No fame, all there is   All there was on the second lady   Can't take a cent, take a cut   Of that kind of ran      I'll stand, kind of pushed   Kind of bent on this heavy land   I'll stand for the sake of my friend   I will see him there      Down, down   Count me down, down   Down boy, down   Count me down   Down boy, down boy   Down boy, down      The same not begin   Not give up in a better way   Again, washed the stain off his bed   Not to split him up      I'll stand for the sake of my friend   I will see him there   Well, I will see him there      Down, down   Count me down, down   Down boy, down   Count me down   Down boy, down boy      Down boy, down   Down count me down   Down, down boy