Let your mammas cry when the trains roll at night
Let the wildfires fly with the soul of child

(Chorus:)
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.
When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son.

Let the coyotes cry, underneath heaven's eyes,
Never speak of death, cause only life can rest.

(chorus)

Will you save the last dance, will you give the boy a chance,
Before you wave your flag and he dies in Iraq.