William Elliott Whitmore - The Buzzards Won't Cry lyrics

You'll pray for a candle when the darkness falls When the night time closes in When life's fateful curtain finally draws And you won't see the morning again Those buzzards will circle all overhead Just waiting for you to die In their hearts they know you'll soon be dead And not one of them will cry You'll hope against hope for one last breath When you find that yours is gone In this world there won't be nothin' left Just a pile of bleached white bones