hold my hand. oh, baby, it's a long way down to the bottom of the river. if you get sleep, or if you get none, the cock's gonna call in the morning, baby. check the cupboard for your daddy's gun. the red sun rises like an early warning. the lord's gonna come for your first born son; his hair's on fire and his heart is burning, so go to the river where the water runs. wash him deep where the tides are burning.