There ain't no kindness in this life for a woman.

I know that God must be a man.

For all the fear and the pain and the sorrow

He laid it down in her hand.



Mama, she birthed 10 children. She buried five of them.

Before the last baby died, He took Mama's breath, too.

Was His only mercy in the end.



CHORUS

Keep your head down, now Johnny!

Boy, don't you look them in the eye.

For they'll see that your cheek's like the down of the rose,

And know that you're telling a lie.



Daddy had no use for a grown daughter – just another mouth to feed.

He sent me yonder mountain with Ol' John Blythe

The year I turned fifteen.



That man taught me the meaning of The Devil,

Bloody sheets, broken bones and shame.

I left him layin' down in the dark holler,

Rode west with his suit and his name.



My name is John Blythe of Kansas.

I carry the mail ‘cross the plains

I stare at the ground when I ride into town,

And I whisper this sad refrain.

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