A southern man sings a tired song
Of those that work when the days are long
Of friends that once stood forty strong
But stepped aside to sing this song
Oh come to the valley of the shadow of death
When the beast comes out and the sky grows red
We"ll carry on and we"ll beat our chest
And we"ll see if it"s as bad as father had said

The powerful, they intimidate
They say the years are long
and our time is great
But have we left too much to fate?
Cause with the setting sun our days grow late

Oh come to the valley of the shadow of death
When the beast comes out and the sky grows red
We"ll carry on and we"ll beat our chest
And we"ll see if it"s as bad as father had said

A southern man sings his final song
He says 'Save me... '
Never join them in their throng
'Just leave me... '
But if the world is vast and the years are long
How come no one here can see it all?
So we went to the valley of the shadow of death
And the beast came out, and the sky it grew red
And we carried on and we beat our chests
And it was every bit as bad as our father had said