The Hired Hand Wovenhand

[Verse 1]
Hired hand haulin' rollin' in from the field
Bozeman old man dominion
He heard the music commin' from the lodge of God

With the quietly this knowin' better
The to and fro this Roman nose
Just outside to fetch'em, never goin' in
Never would he let em put your ear to the ground, listen listen
He bowed the heavens and he come down
Her the stars are deeply fallen
In iron chains and shackles bound

[Chorus 1]
He command the grave and sea
Give up your dead, o give up your dead
He command the grave and sea this brazen we
Give up your dead

[Verse 2]
Bead rattle sour leather
You turn yourself in and over
Over on this ship's chest
Way up high in the riggin', where the sun chief he does rest
Where all the mighty wings of heaven do nest