Absolom

[Verse 1]
Sometimes when the earth makes a pillow
Beneath the glow of a harvest moon
I've heard of a voice in the willows
Whistling an old familiar tune
And on its way through Arkansas
And down from Tennessee
A voice blown on the winter wind
Whispered words to me:

[Chorus]
"And on me, on me
Rides hard times and trouble"

[Verse 2]
Now it takes a man of superstition
To find cause for suspicion in a weathervane
But I've seen men speak with fire and conviction
Silence at the sound of this refrain:
"And I was thеre when David's son
Was cut down from a tree
And on the lips of Absolom
A brеath has set me free"

[Chorus]
"And on me, on me
Rides hard times and trouble"

[Bridge]
Caught by the hair
Laid down in the open air
Born from the mouth of Absolom

[Chorus]
"And on me, on me
Rides hard times and trouble
And on me, on me
Rides hard times and trouble"