The road's going forward,
But I go backward;
The dead man on my way
Died yesterday.
He told me 'bout nothin'
I didn't hear his voice;
Then he gave me somethin'
And I heard the noise.
{I can't run
From Schwarzman
I can't hide
From him.
This Schwarzman
Doesn't see the sun
He took my bride
With him.}
The road goes to heaven,
But I go in hell.
My bride's dead forever,
She doesn't feel well.
No matter what will happen
But I'll go with her.
There we will be happy,
That's what we're livin' for.