I was born from loveAnd my poor mother worked the minesI was raised on the Good Book JesusTill I read between the linesNow I don't believe I want to see the morningGoing down the stoney endI never wanted to goDown the stoney endMama let me start all overCradle me,Mama, cradle me againI can still remember himWith love light in his eyesBut the light flickered out and partedAs the sun began to