Little Caney

Hold my hand and walk the ground softly
We don't want to wake the dead
Just want a little corn in our bread and settle down
Come on Little Caney you know the sun is sinking now
And we got to make it on out to where your branches lay
Marked by stones and covered by wildflowers
Is family you've never known
Rotten old clothes lying in boxes of bones
I wish you could've been there when they all had souls
So much soul
Don't get lost in the tall tall grass
It's grown as high as you
I can see the graveyard peeking through the trees
And the scattered monuments of your kin
Reunited in the dirt
Only absent the hurt that living brings
Marked by stones and covered by wildflowers
Is family you've never known
Rotten old clothes lying in boxes of bones
I wish you could've been there when they all had souls
So much soul
Looky here Little Caney honey don't you cry
You know we're all going to die someday
And the hand of another you'll be holding tight
When you walk out to the site where I lay
Marked by stones and covered by wildflowers
Is family you've never known
Rotten old clothes lying in boxes of bones
I wish you could've been there when they all had souls
So much soul
Where did it go