Day Is Done

Let your mammas cry when the trains roll at night
Let the wildfires fly with the soul of child

Chorus:
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.

Let the coyotes cry, underneath heaven's eyes,
Never speak of death, cause only life can rest.

Chorus: Repeat

Will you save the last dance, will you give the boy a chance,
Before you wave your flag and he dies in Iraq.