Revisionists

I get up in the morning and consider my rights

I move to tell you we should move on at dusk light

Cover the wagon and go get my gun

I need a cane to lead the steer, tell you, this one

Hopin' my knee holds out, I imagine of all our children, that just one will

Find our letters in days we're gone and

Tell all their children what we done

Yeah, tell all the children what we done, and…

Erase our blemishes 'til sin is gone and tell all the children what we done

And tell all the children what we done...