The Harvest

When the trigger's movin' backwards
And the pin hits the shell
When my soul's sinkin' slowly
To the warm pits of hell
Won't you tell my baby sister
That I'll be back in the fall
'Cause it's better to have false hope
Than no hope at all

And I'll be meetin' with my savior
To go over my foolish deeds
When He asks me why I did it
Lord I'll blame it on the seed
'Cause it didn't grow in like I planned
And when it did it all went dry and
I couldn't stand to hear the pain
Of a small baby cryin'

Well I remember in the graveyard
Well I used to read the names
And I wondered when the Good Lord
Would take my soul away
Well I wonder if he planned it to happen
Like this at all
With a shot heard halfway 'cross the world
And my sins on the wall

And I'll be meetin' with my savior
To go over my foolish deeds
When He asks me why I did it
Lord I'll blame it on the seed
'Cause it didn't grow in like I planned
And when it did it all went dry and
I couldn't stand to hear the pain
Of a small baby cryin'

And they'll tell me I'm a bad man
But they've never seen the sight
Of a baby wailin' in his crib
And rippin' apart the night
It's a small baby cryin'