He heard the sermons
Before he could talk
There was no choice
In the line he'd walk
His mother his father
His School and the south
Holding up Jesus
From under the ground
Boys hear a voice
It takes them away
He joined the service
To make his escape
Up from old Dixie
Where churches grow wild
Building an army
With every child
He's glad his mama
Can't see him like this
Stranger beside him
Dust on his lips
Why don't you help me
Have we been wrong
First of the many
This letter to God
He was found face down
On a motel room bed
Bottle and paper
Still in his hands
Won't save the child but you
Won't spare the rod
His final message
This Letter to God