don't cry

Don't cry

When the pockets full of holes

If you still keen on Bee Anne

Keep crawling and digging in

Don't cry

When you are soaking wet

For the rain will sing its song

Over the uncovered roof

Don't cry

When you have nothing to give

Yet you still need to dig in

Shouldering the burden of the heavy loads

Don't cry

When you still keen on Bee Anne

You are taken for rides

It is better to break away

Don't cry

When you become a slave

Working hard without pay

It goes to service our national debts!