We All Make The Flowers Grow

Cowards and heroes listen my friends
If you have money or nothing to spend
It’ll make no difference in a hundred years or so Sooner or later we’ll all make the little flowers grow
Or later we’ll all make the little flowers grow
Wise men and fools who get your fight
You’ll never get out of this world alive
Don’t run and hide it’s no use I know
Sooner or later we’ll all make the little flowers grow
Or later we’ll all make the little flowers grow
Short men and tall men and all the rest
Please don’t blame me I didn’t start this mess
Some of us stay and some of us go
Sooner or later we’ll all make the little flowers grow
Or later we’ll all make the little flowers grow
(Course I wouldn’t want you to think that everybody born in Trouble was born bad
And they either had to get good or stay bad
But some of 'em born on the other side of that railroad track
Just never could find the time or a good enough teacher to learn about bein'
good)