Son, I though I told ya
Don't you walk down that lonesome road
There's something hiding and something creepin'
And it's bound to take your soul
Won't you listen to your father man?
Don't you go
Can't you see them black wolves stalkin'?
White snow falling down
Can't you hear them women talking?
Talking 'bout you leavin' town
Won't you listen to your mother, son?
Don't you go