Death Rides A White Horse

Cut your midnight black hair and roll you in the dirt

Just slide the needle in until it doesn't hurt

If death rides a white horse then I ain't seen him yet

And I have seen some things that I can't soon forget

When death comes creeping in

Oh he don't speak a word

The heavens they don't part

No trumpeter is heard

When death comes creeping in

Not feeling any pain

Just the rain upon my skin

As I step down off the train

Let the grinding wheel begin

See the stars without number

They shine without a name

Only God knows where I'm going

Only God can know my shame

Gonna cut your black hair

Gonna roll you in the dirt

Gonna slide the needle in until it doesn't hurt

Cut your midnight black hair

If death rides a white horse then I ain't seen him yet

If death rides a white horse