I was born from love
And my poor mother worked the mines
I was raised on the good book jesus
Till I read between the lines
Now I dont believe
I want to see the whole morning
Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go
Down the stoney end
Mama let me start all over
Cradle me, mama, cradle me again
I can still remember him
With love light in his eyes
But the light flickered out
And parted
As the sun began to rise
Now I dont believe
I want to see the whole morning
Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go
Down the stoney end
Mama, let me start all over
Cradle me, mama, cradle me again
Never mind the forecast
Cause the sky has lost control
Cause the fury and the broken thunders [bad word] to match my ragin soul
And I want...
I want... I want to see the whole morning
Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go
Down the stoney end
Mamma let me start all over
Cradle me, mamma, cradle me again
Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go...
Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go...
Going down the stoney end
I never wanted to go...