Through the cane field come a lullaby Say a prayer for the lost and the broken down It don't matter where you come from You will end up being from the wrong town I came up from Jackson Corner Just to have me a drink and look around I went back with Deacon's daughter She was looking for a way to get out of town Everything gonna be allright And the sun's gonna shine tonight Everyboy gonna come my way And we'll understand it all one day Caught a ride with pulpwood driver He was drinking red liquor from the floorboard Said he used to have a daughter Now he don't want to think about it any more We went flying down a two lane God knows why we did't see the bridge out She went down in yellow water Now it's all in the world I can think about I had a dream It didn't make no sense I saw myself tangled up in a barbed wire fence Queen of England got a number And they tell me she don't go nowhere without it Get in trouble, call the number And you never hear another word about it