I was a child, my family would travel, and the Western Kentucky, when my parents were born. There the bylaws old times after I remember, so many times they're not my reason. Daddy wanted to take me back to Monvera County, gone by the Green River, where I'd perit died late. Well I'm sorry my son, but you're too late when I ask him for some people I was cold-trained, holding him with. You're so time-fremble down that green river, to the abandoned old prison, down by the river. When the air smell like snakes I'd be sure to wear pistols, but empty-bottles was all we'd kill. Daddy wanted to take me back to Monvera County, gone by the Green River, where I'd perit died late. I'm sorry my son, but you're too late when I ask him for some people I was cold-trained, holding him with. Daddy wanted to take me back to Monvera County, gone by the Green River, where I'd perit died late. There the cold company came where the world was, a shopper, they'd go out to the temperance from all the land. Well they'd back from the cold, tell the land was forsaken, and it wrote it all down as the corrupt regime. Daddy wanted to take me back to Monvera County, gone by the Green River, where I'd perit died late. I'm sorry my son, but you're too late when I ask him for some people I was cold-trained, holding him with. Daddy wanted to take me back to Monvera County, gone by the Green River, where I'd perit died late. Well I died late, my ashes flowed down the Green River, let my soul roll an up to that blue chest to do. I'll be headway, and I'll be headway, just a five miles away from wherever I am. Daddy wanted to take me back to Monvera County, gone by the Green River, where I'd perit died late. I'm sorry my son, but you're too late when I ask him for some people I was cold-trained, holding him with.