Kenny Rogers - Road Agent lyrics

Here lies a road agent dead on a hill Sing on sing on whippoorwill if you will Lived and died by his gun Rise up rise up morning sun Rise up son of God Rise up from the sod Quick money catch penny fly by night All are equal in his sight Gone today and here tomorrow California desert to the veil of sorrow Rise up son and go Rise up from below Thunderbolts cold and flash floods roll On a glory hole soul story seldom told From a feast of whiskey and a flow of cash To the silver black ash from a dance hall flash Rise up son of chance Rise up son and dance Here lies a road agent dead on a hill Sing on, sing on whippoorwill if you will.