He met her on the road   With a heavy, heavy load   She said "Oh my lord, you're beautiful"      Now it's hard to do the pushin'    When you're a needle, and she's a cushion   You know, there ain't gonna be too much mushin' that way.      He said, she's just one more sheep   In a whole big white heap   All they are is cotton for him to sleep on.      Why do we have to die?    Give me just more time,   I'm gonna make it all right.      All he had left in him was his pain   She was a sweet field of sugar cane   He was a walking hurricane   Use your imagination.      He scratches his nails in the dirt   Still he couldn't undo all the hurt   It clang like sweat, onto his shirt   You know how it does.      You can't teach a new dog old tricks   You can break but you cannot fix   You cannot, cause it, it really sticks to you.      Why do we have to die?    Give me just more time,   I'm gonna make it all right.      (We're gonna take it up one notch)   Little more time, a little more time   Little more time, a little more time   Little more time, a little more time      A Little more time, a little more time      All I need is time to get home to you (X4)      Time   To get home to you (X4)