[Verse 1] It's supper time but he stays outside He tends to feel the world, the sun is high He drowns himself in a bottle of rye The young men live while the old men... [Chorus] Oh, Mother Mary won't you bury me Oh, Mother Mary won't you carry my soul Oh, Mother Mary won't you bury me In a bed where I can sleep Oh, Mother Mary won't you bury me Oh, Mother Mary won't you carry my soul
Oh, Mother Mary won't you carry me To a place where I can sleep [Verse 2] The days are hard but there's mouths to feed And his old hands still sewing seed Remembered when he was young, he made that creek Until the mortal core [?] [Chorus] [Bridge] The days are hard The days are hard The days are hard The days are hard [Partial Chorus]