Two miles past the graveyard near the fork in Black Jack road Charles Walker took one final look then slipped out the door He left behind a letter addressed to all his kin 'Said this land is cursed and it'd take a hearse to bring me home again And oh, oh, oh Oh, man you know those wheels turn slow The weeks turned into months and his mother lost all hope Then one day a postcard came to the house on Black Jack Road It was postmarked California, with one solitary line 'Said I anticipate better days and I'll send for you in time Back in California Charles Walker's luck grew thin When he got involved in a poker game with three other desperate men Tempers flared and shots rang out, the three men ran away Charles Walker fell then someone yelled, "There's an ambulance on the way" Two miles past the graveyard near the fork in Black Jack road A motorcade makes its way past the field where the tall weeds grow And in the back seat of a Cadillac, his head resting on his chest Charles Walker dreads what lies ahead, they're going to lay his mama to rest And he prays for her forgiveness, then in a somber tone He utters a curse to that long black hearse that finally brought him home