One mornin`, one mornin` as work I begun
What did I see ridin` out of the sun
On the road from Lexington
One rider, one rider dead in the breeze
Down on his saddle, low to his knees
Comin` through my willow trees
Now closer, the terrible work of the gun
Was stiffened and black where his blood all had run
But I knew my wayward son
One mornin`, one mornin` the boy of my breast
Came to my door unable to rest
Even in the arms of death
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