Friend I let myself in
Little bold with saturated sigh
I hoped you might
Help my sorrow's din
Bring out your breath of strife

My friend
Can you help me
Why did I drink
From that devil's hand
Oh my friend
Can you help me
Why did I drink
From his hand

It's not easy
It's not kind
These things we turn to face
It's not easy
It's not kind
These things we turn to face

Oh my friend
Can you help me
Why did I drink
From the devil's hand
Oh my friend
Can you help me
Why did I drink
From his hand
 [bad word] take my hand
We'll say goodbye
And falling down... [bad word] take my hand
We'll ride from here