Workin' in the sun, a-scrapin' down the tar   If we made a run fer it, we wouldn't get far   Shovel on a stone, diggin' deeper down   Every day a good day that you above ground   Chorus:   Hear that crow a-laughin' at me   Rain comin' down on the hangman tree   Swing that shovel, and push that dirt   Brady got it in the back, you know it gotta hurt   One day last week, when the boss man slept   Stopped shovelin' for a while and we all made a bet   Who could run an' catch a frog, or grab a dandelion   Billy got caught, he in the hothouse fryin'   Chorus:   Hear that crow a-laughin' at me   Rain comin' down on the hangman tree   Some people gone missin', some people have died   You never know when God'll kick you offa this ride   Been cuttin' me a notch on the bunkhouse floor   One for every year, and now I'm countin' fourty-four   Swing that shovel, and push that dirt   Brady got it in the back, you know it gotta hurt   Workin' in the sun, scrapin' down the tar   If we made a run fer it, we wouldn't get far   We toil and strain, we kick and scream   We may be just a drop of rain a-swimmin' in a dream