Oh, can’t you tell 

That I worry very well? 

Oh old friend, how I fret 

Things you wouldn’t want to wrestle 

The hills below sloping 

Down to the beach 

And here’s here’s here’s hoping 

Our young bodies will keep 

Oh, can’t you tell 

That I worry very well? 

Old friend, how I fret 

Like you wouldn’t want to know it 

So might you leave? 

Us all to grieve? 

Saying: “So passed a man, 

So passed my darling” 

Me and my brother 

Driving the truck 

Thinking whatever 

Smoking and such 

Oh mother, don’t worry 

We are kids in the dust 

Oh mother, don’t worry 

I am not like he was 

There’re animals crossing 

And we’re waving them on 

Patiently waiting, 

We are wishing them well