I was born from love, and my poor mother worked the mines
I was raised on the Good Book Jesus
'Til I read between the lines
Now I don't believe I want to see the morning
Going to the stoney end
I never wanted to go to the stoney end
Mama, let me start all over
Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again
I can still remember him with love light in his eyes
But the lights flickered out and parted
As the sun began to rise
Now I don't believe I want to see the morning
Going to the stoney end
I never wanted to go to the stoney end
Mama, let me start all over
Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again
Never mind the forecast, for the sky has lost control
And the fury of a broken thunders
Come to march my ragin' soul
Now I don't believe I want to see the morning
Going to the stoney end
I never wanted to go to the stoney end
Mama, let me start all over
Cradle me, Mama, cradle me again
