Heaven is a place where people die pretty*
Skies don't lie and there's cash in the kitty
Running from the rocks, there's wanter for the lips
To ease your mouth and bathe your fist
There's no need for trouble when the roads are down
Nobody's out of work cause the mine's in town
The circus has been twice already
Ny throwing arm is good and my heart is steady
I'm dead and done by the heat of the sun
I'll rest my hat in an Autumn field
I'll hang my hat in an Autumn field