Oh, can’t you tell   That I worry very well?   Oh old friend, how I fret   Things you wouldn’t want to wrestle   The hills below sloping   Down to the beach   And here’s here’s here’s hoping   Our young bodies will keep   Oh, can’t you tell   That I worry very well?   Old friend, how I fret   Like you wouldn’t want to know it   So might you leave?   Us all to grieve?   Saying: “So passed a man,   So passed my darling”   Me and my brother   Driving the truck   Thinking whatever   Smoking and such   Oh mother, don’t worry   We are kids in the dust   Oh mother, don’t worry   I am not like he was   There’re animals crossing   And we’re waving them on   Patiently waiting,   We are wishing them well