road agent

here lies a road agent dead on a hill

sing on sing on whippoorwill if you will

lived and died by his gun

rise up rise up morning sun

rise up son of god

rise up from the sod

quick money catch penny fly by night

all are equal in his sight

gone today and here tomorrow

california desert to the veil of sorrow

rise up son and go

rise up from below

thunderbolts cold and flash floods roll

on a glory hole soul story seldom told

from a feast of whiskey and a flow of cash

to the silver black ash from a dance hall flash

rise up son of chance

rise up son and dance

here lies a road agent dead on a hill

sing on

sing on whippoorwill if you will.