The Hired Hand

Hired hand haulin rollin in from the field bozeman old man dominion he heard the music commin from the lodge of God
 With the quietly this knowin better
 The to and fro this roman nose
 Just outside to fetch'em never goin in never would he let em put your ear to the ground listen listen
 He bowed the heavens and he come down
 The stars here are deeply fallen in iron chains and shackles bound
 He command the grave and sea
 Give up your dead o give up your dead
 He command the grave and sea this brazen we
 Give up your dead, give up your dead
 Bead rattle sour leather
 You turn yourself in and over, over on this ship's chest
 Way up high in the riggin, where the sun chief he does rest
 Where all the mighty wings of heaven do nest
 Fall asleep on his pillow of stone
 He the ladder bottom rung in the dream descending
 In the dream ascending on the sun
 He command the grave and sea
 Give up your dead o give up your dead
 He command the grave and sea this brazen we
 Give up your dead, give up your dead
 Settle down in the bedrock big chisel boldly graven
 Te sparks from the hand the soldering brand a flamin
 He command the grave and sea
 Give up your dead o give up your dead
 He command the grave and sea this brazen we
 Give up your dead, give up your dead