(You can't buy 'em back Riding in 'em, you can't buy 'em back) I know my purpose, I know my struggles I got my colors from my mother My worries dimming, my soul is stronger I seen the angel, they watch above us And on these days, I sit and wonder About the day, they put me under (You can't buy 'em back) I miss my brothers, I'll see 'em soon A corner chair in empty room I harbor life, this dimming room I'm born to die, the saddest news But this is life, the way it goes The coldest winter, the whitest snow The avid listener has been bestowed Rightful passage to gods of old It's in myself (You can't buy 'em back You can't buy 'em back Riding in 'em, you can't buy 'em back)