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