Worms

'Tis for the poor man to do the rich man's killing
So raise 'em up, boys, and let 'em fall
The devil is able, and the good Lord is willing
To bury the poor man, where the worm doth crawl

Red is his raiment and deep is his belly
High is the tower behind the wall
Meek is the sparrow and wild the honey
And low is the poor man, where the worm doth crawl

'Tis for the poor man to do the rich man's killing
So raise 'em up, boys, and let 'em fall
There's a feast at his table, and he eats to his filling
Until the rich man's made worse of us all



Credits
Writer(s): Travis Vaughn Jordan, William Cody Carlyle
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