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It's cold and it's lonesome But it aint no big ride The horses are helpless Young child fixin' to die It's cold and it's lonesome Aint no second-in-command Go where you will now Fate's on the land You who rule people Are princes and kings See my body is open See my father lay waste Fly swift as an eagle Take comfort from that And child fixin' to die now My little boy's time has come You who rule people Eternally free Of robbing your prisoners Take a lesson from me It's cold and it's lonesome But it aint no big ride The horses are helpless Young child fixin' to die The horses are helpless Young child fixin' to die From Letras Mania