Once a peaceful man laid his old head down by a river,
Thought about his childhood life, his father and forgiver,
Who couldn't hide away, hide away.

He controlled his horses with a handclap or a whisper,
Drink he couldn't combat but in all he was no sinner,
Couldn't hide away, hide away.

He told all his sons of all the antics of a venture,
Then he told another one who drove himself to drink
Not to hide away, hide away.

Better men have realised alone is not a venture,
A peaceful man would realise alone is no adventure,
Just to hide away, hide away.

He told all his sons of all the antics of adventure,
Then he told another one who drove himself to drink
Not to hide away, hide away.