Help Me Son

Help me son
Will you kindly help me to my feet
A gentle man is waiting in the street
The sun is rising
Listen boy
Can’t you hear the hounds of hell
They are standing at my gate they wail
The sun is rising
Through the years
I have been cut and shot right to the bone
I have been cut and shot right to the bone
I am deathly tired and all alone
Won’t you help me son
Kindly help me to my feet
A gentle man is waiting in the street
And the sun is rising
Won’t you help me boy
It is over now
Pick up my guns and walk me to my horse
Leave the bastard lying here
Like some hog-tied steer
Listen to me boy
He will live to kill another day
Never turn your back on him and say
It is done
Will you help me son
Will you help me son
Will you help me son
The sun is rising