Rider

Well, I know you, Rider, gonna miss me when I’m gone.
You’re gonna miss your daddy rollin’in your arms.
Well, the sun’s gonna shine on my back porch some day. I said
Then the wind from the river’s gonna blow all my troubles away.
Well, I ain’t got a nickel, no, I ain’t got a lousy dime.
But I got a long way to go 'fore the end of my time.
It takes a hard hearted woman to make a long time men feel bad.
'Cause it makes him remember the long hard road that he’s had.