Hold my hand and walk the ground softlynWe don’t want to wake the deadnJust want a little corn in our bread and settle downnCome on Little Caney you know the sun is sinking nownAnd we got to make it on out to where your branches laynnMarked by stones and covered by wildflowersnIs family you’ve never knownnRotten old clothes lying in boxes of bonesnI wish you could’ve been there when they all had soulsnSo much soulnnDon’t get lost in the tall tall grassnIt’s grown as high as younI can see the graveyard peeking through the treesnAnd the scattered monuments of your kinnReunited in the dirtnOnly absent the hurt that living bringsnnMarked by stones and covered by wildflowersnIs family you’ve never knownnRotten old clothes lying in boxes of bonesnI wish you could’ve been there when they all had soulsnSo much soulnnLooky here Little Caney honey don’t you crynYou know we’re all going to die somedaynAnd the hand of another you’ll be holding tightnWhen you walk out to the site where I laynnMarked by stones and covered by wildflowersnIs family you’ve never knownnRotten old clothes lying in boxes of bonesnI wish you could’ve been there when they all had soulsnSo much soulnWhere did it go