Hazel, South Dakota

Ivy creepin' up the old gravestone
 Ivy creepin' up the old gravestone
 Willow tree swayin' like a ghost 'neath the yellow moon
 That big black train is moanin' in the stockyard
 That big black train is moanin' in the stockyard
 Devil bury daddy down deep in hell
 The last time I saw him, he was dead drunk
 Leavin' in a box car
 I'm one mean orphan hitchin' through the badlands
 I'm one mean orphan hitchin' through the badlands
 With a cracked and faded picture of the man I call Dad
 When I find you, you're gonna know it
 You're gonna sleep right next to your wife, man
 I'm gonna teach you a lesson your kid has learned
 Never go back on your word
 I never knew my Dad
 But I still want to meet him
 I'm gonna tell that man,
 "There is some blood on your hands"
 I never knew my Dad
 But I still want to meet him
 I'm gonna tell that man
 Whether you loved us or not
 Garbage is stuff you throw out
 Can't stop coughin' and my hat's filled with rain
 Can't stop coughin' and my hat's filled with rain
 I got hunger burnin'
 Like a fever in my brain
 Ma got frail and I watched her suffer
 Ma got frail and I watched her suffer
 Now she's dead and her blood's on your hands
 I swore to her I'd hunt you down and bury you
 Right next to her on our land
 I never knew my Dad
 But I still want to meet him
 I'm gonna show that man
 Whether you loved us or not
 Garbage is stuff you throw out
 I'm just the son you don't want