When you open your eyes to a brand new morning
And the sun shines above you
You pull on your breeches and say
Oh well, it's the start of a brand new day
Yes it is, it's the start of a brand new day
For birds of prey
You live and learn your life away
But there below, your body must go
Against the grain, like an old mule train
Keeps pulling hard against the
Here boy, there boy
The boss got you running everywhere boy
Ya got no money and you got less sense
And you ain't going nowhere
But there below your body will go
You work all day, you sweat and strain
It's getting late
Them Pearly Gates might close before you reach them
Here boy, there boy
The Devil got you running everywhere boy
I smell cooking and it might be you
You sure ain't going nowhere
Here boy, there boy,
You're made for the Devil I swear boy
Something's cooking and it might be you
At the end of the day when you look around you
And the sun sets deep inside you
Dust off your breeches and say
Oh well
Say goodnight to the man in the moon
The sandman's on his way