The Hired Hand

Lyrics for The Hired Hand

Hired hand haulin rollin in from the field bozeman old man dominion he heard the music commin from the lodge of God With the quietly this knowin better The to and fro this roman nose Just outside to fetch'em never goin in never would he let em put your ear to the ground listen listen He bowed the heavens and he come down The stars here are deeply fallen in iron chains and shackles bound He command the grave and sea Give up your dead o give up your dead He command the grave and sea this brazen we Give up your dead, give up your dead Bead rattle sour leather You turn yourself in and over, over on this ship's chest Way up high in the riggin, where the sun chief he does rest Where all the mighty wings of heaven do nest Fall asleep on his pillow of stone He the ladder bottom rung in the dream descending In the dream ascending on the sun He command the grave and sea Give up your dead o give up your dead He command the grave and sea this brazen we Give up your dead, give up your dead Settle down in the bedrock big chisel boldly graven Te sparks from the hand the soldering brand a flamin He command the grave and sea Give up your dead o give up your dead He command the grave and sea this brazen we Give up your dead, give up your dead