[bad word] and morning goes
 Now it's me against the sun
 The day goes by and darkness grows
 And it's over before it's done
 Well I know it'll be alright if I just get on the road
 If [bad word] I can free my worried mind
 Yeah I know on the day I die I will lose my heavy load
 But I wouldn't want to leave you behind
 All my time keeps creeping on
 Now I've grown into a man
 But Mr, Child still wants [bad word]  From the cradle to the van
 Keep thinking it'll be alright if I just get on the road
 If [bad word] I can free my worried mind
 Keep thinking of the day I die when I lose my heavy load
 But I wouldn't want to leave you behind