Lay It Down

Children yet to be born, don't you mourn me now

'Cause the crows are in the corn

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it downOld man's on his porch, his house burning down

When he passes you his torch

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it downAnd the young man comes to beat his drums

And the old man sings, "Here it comes, here it comes"

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Lay it down now, lay it down now, lay it downWe built this house of cards, we can tear it down

When it hurts don't take it hard

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down, lay it down

Lay it down, lay it down, lay it down