Run down this miry

Tell me what you can find

Tucked in the field is that adobe house off Highway 55

Where the darkness from the shadows

Can swallow you whole

If you ain't got no sense of reason

Or God to call your own

In the wind you can hear mother cry

As the devil takes her baby's hand

Watchin' your daughters fall

No longer on father's plan

Tell me how old is old enough

If you got three kids of your own

I was old enough to know a little better

If you're surprised you lived this long

Sister don't go

Oh come back home

Ain't no child in hell is rollin' wrong

You fear that year that you did in pearl

Was enough to keep your kid in line

I guess when I saw your note

It's only a matter of time

She'd get a call in the middle of the night

Sayin' you died or you gone astray

Turns out all you need was a fifty

And a place where you could stay

Sister don't go

Oh come back home

Ain't no child in hell is rollin' wrong

Nobody should bury their child

In hindsight I guess that's true

I guess some of us are born to die

So others can learn what not to do

So children if you find yourself

Goin' east on 69

Stay away from that Dolby house on Highway 55

Sister don't go

Oh come back home

Ain't no child in hell is rollin' wrong