We were raised in the nettles And they showed us how they grow-- Where a poison comes to settle And what a poinsoned man comes to know So me and Jessie, we left Ohio-- Left him bleeding on the valley floor I felt so dirty I could hardly stand it-- Carrying Jessie on my back She said, hold on, I know you'll bury him for me Hold on, I know you'll bury him for me Hold on, I know you'll carry me and carry me and Carry me home Tell me nothing's wrong there Tell me nothing's wrong there Tell me nothing's wrong there Nothing's wrong there Nothing's wrong there Nothing's wrong there