Weeds had grown up high
Sun was setting slow
Early in the evening
April 24
The sheriff came to tell me, son
You can't live this life anymore

Guilty was my solemn pledge
Guilty I was found
Jesus judge and jury
They passed my sentence down
Now the sun is passing over
Barbed wire, round and round

Those honest fields my brother worked
For a wages like a fine
They killed him on the road one night
Just for a piece of mind
All I've ever known of justice
Was that someday I'd get mine

I ran spirits to the pastor's house
The mayor he liked wine
The judge he liked his women
Just the same way I like mine
But, when the rich man gets called
Its the poor man on the line

Ain't gonna rain
Ain't gonna rain
The bluebird sings what the jaybird knows
Ain't gonna rain
Ain't gonna rain
Ain't gonna rain no more

If you see my mother praying
Tell her my time ain't long
If you see my father working
Tell him from his son
He can plow that field til [bad word] 
still it won't be done

If you see my sister
Tell her I miss her still
And go and tell my brother he don't
Have to place no till
I didn't have to bend my back for nobody
And I never will

Ain't gonna rain
Ain't gonna rain
The bluebird sings what the jaybird knows
Ain't gonna rain
Ain't gonna rain
Ain't gonna rain no more