Sister

Run down this miry
Tell me what you can find
Tucked in the field is that adobe house off Highway 55
Where the darkness from the shadows
Can swallow you whole
If you ain’t got no sense of reason
Or God to call your own
In the wind you can hear mother cry
As the Devil takes her baby’s hand
Watchin' your daughters fall
No longer on father’s plan
Tell me how old is old enough
If you got three kids of your own
I was old enough to know a little better
If you’re surprised you lived this long
Sister, don’t go
Oh, come back home
Ain’t no child in hell is rollin' wrong
You fear that year that you did in Pearl
Was enough to keep your kid in line
I guess when I saw your note
It’s only a matter of time
She’d get a call in the middle of the night
Sayin' you died or you gone astray
Turns out all you need was a fifty
And a place where you could stay
Sister, don’t go
Oh, come back home
Ain’t no child in hell is rollin' wrong
Nobody should bury their child
In hindsight I guess that’s true
I guess some of us are born to die
So others can learn what not to do
So children if you find yourself
Goin' east on 69
Stay away from that adobe house on Highway 55
Sister, don’t go
Oh, come back home
Ain’t no child in hell is rollin' wrong