Crooked Old World

You can say I'm your mountain and call me your son
And i'll learn to forgive all the damage you've done
But you spit when you speak of the money I've won
You can call me your mountain you can call me your son

Go poison your blood and lay with the sheep
For the voice in my head it is now fast asleep
Sellin' souls at the strip mall you can get 'em for cheap
Go poison your blood and lay with the sheep

It's a crooked old world, it's a crooked old world
Go smoke you a smoke go find you a girl
For the ship that we built is about to set sail
So give 'em hell let the northern winds wail

You can call me a bastard and and say I'm unclean
But it will not undo all the love that I've seen
Just a another folk singer without any scene
You can call me a bastard and say I'm unclean

Well I was worried about dying so I called up a friend
"You know we all gotta go, buddy don't fear the end"
When my time comes I may not understand
You were thinking about dying, so you called up a friend

There are things in a past that you learn to let go
There are new things to come there are seeds to let grow
There is truth in the details of the knowledge you know
There are things in a past that you just learn to let go