Mot-

her

don't

wor-

ry

I

killed

the

last

snake

that

lived

in

the

creek

bed

Mot-

her

don't

wor-

ry

I've

got

some

mo-

ney

I

saved

for

the

week-

end

Mot-

her,

re-

mem-

ber

being

so

stern

With

that

girl

who

was

with

me?

Mot-

her,

re-

mem-

ber

the

blink

of

an

eye

When

I

breathed

through

your

bo-

dy?

So

may

the

sun-

rise

bring

hope

Where

it

once

was

for-

got-

ten

Sons

are

like

birds

Fly-

ing

up-

wards

o-

ver

the

moun-

tain

Mot-

her,

I

made

it

up

From

the

bruise

of

a

floor

of

this

pri-

son

Mot-

her,

I

lost

it

All

of

the

fear

of

the

Lord

I

was

gi-

ven

Mot-

her

for-

get

me

Now

that

the

creek

drank

the

crad-

le

you

sang

to

Mot-

her

for-

give

me

I

sold

your

car

for

the

shoes

that

I

gave

you

So

may

the

sun-

rise

bring

hope

Where

it

once

was

for-

got-

ten

Sons

could

be

birds

Ta-

ken

bro-

ken

up

to

the

moun-

tain

Mot-

her,

don't

wor-

ry

I've

got

a

coat

and

some

friends

on

the

cor-

ner

Mot-

her,

don't

wor-

ry

She's

got

a

gar-

den

we're

plan-

ting

to-

get-

her

Mot-

her,

re-

mem-

ber

the

night

That

the

dog

had

her

pups

in

the

pan-

try?

Blood

on

the

floor

and

the

fleas

on

their

paws

And

you

cried

'til

the

mor-

ning

So

may

the

sun-

rise

bring

hope

Where

it

once

was

for-

got-

ten

Sons

are

like

birds

Fly-

ing

al-

ways

o-

ver

the

moun-

tain