Down South
John Doe
Look at that sky
Look at them clouds
I hope it don't rain . . .
Looking up to the sky
He couldn't stop to cry
Darkness every day
They took his sunshine away
He calls out in his sleep
For the soul he can't keep
In the deep piney woods
He lost all that was good
But look at that sky
Look at them clouds
I hope it don't rain
Like it did down south
Upon this broken ground
He is seeking a path
Among the lost and found
Between good and bad
He felt sorry for himself
He felt sorry waking up
Sleeping on the ground
He prayed for some luck
But look at that sky . . .
