Let your mammas cry when the trains roll at night Let the wildfires fly with the soul of child Chorus: When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son. When the day is done, I was born a bad man's son. Let the coyotes cry, underneath heaven's eyes, Never speak of death, cause only life can rest. Chorus: Repeat Will you save the last dance, will you give the boy a chance, Before you wave your flag and he dies in Iraq.