Day Is Done

Let your mammas cry when the trains roll at night
Let the wildfires fly with the soul of child
When the day is done, I was born a bad man’s son
When the day is done, I was born a bad man’s son
Let the coyotes cry, underneath heaven’s eyes
Never speak of death, cause only life can rest
Chorus: Repeat
Will you save the last dance, will you give the boy a chance
Before you wave your flag and he dies in Iraq