From the mountains above And to the valley below Beneath the dirt and the snow Came the crashing waves And the breaking of the bodies Of the moms and their babes But it ain't my fault 'Cuz I was drunk in a ditch When the world fell apart And oh won't you go Where they break Their bread on the backs of the folks who never know Far from the dirt and the snow We can stamp our feet And let the Carrion wings of the birds keep the beat Or we can light a fire But all the matches went home And the woods too tired But it ain't my fault 'Cuz I was holding your hand When the world fell apart And oh won't you go Where they break Their bread on the backs of the folks who never know Far from the dirt and the snow And when the sun don't come We will toil in the darkness that we have pawned So make your bed Cuz' I'll be champing at the bit I'll be feasting on the dead But it ain't my fault 'Cuz I was questioning grace When the world fell apart And oh won't you go Where they break Their bread on the backs of the folks who would never Know Won't you go Where they break Their bread on the backs of the folks who would never know Far from the dirt and the snow