Lyrics:

When the trigger's movin' backwards

And the pin hits the shell

When my soul's sinkin' slowly

To the warm pits of hell

Won't you tell my baby sister

That I'll be back in the fall

'Cause it's better to have false hope

Than no hope at all


And I'll be meetin' with my savior

To go over my foolish deeds

When He asks me why I did it

Lord I'll blame it on the seed

'Cause it didn't grow in like I planned

And when it did it all went dry and

I couldn't stand to hear the pain

Of a small baby cryin'


Well I remember in the graveyard

Well I used to read the names

And I wondered when the Good Lord

Would take my soul away

Well I wonder if he planned it to happen

Like this at all

With a shot heard halfway 'cross the world

And my sins on the wall


And I'll be meetin' with my savior

To go over my foolish deeds

When He asks me why I did it

Lord I'll blame it on the seed

'Cause it didn't grow in like I planned

And when it did it all went dry and

I couldn't stand to hear the pain

Of a small baby cryin'


And they'll tell me I'm a bad man

But they've never seen the sight

Of a baby wailin' in his crib

And rippin' apart the night

It's a small baby cryin'