We were just getting by living out our days Never had too much money but we always had food to eat Momma done raised me right She taught me to say my prayers Daddy taught me the way to measure a man was by how he cares For those he loves By what he does That words don't mean nothin' When there are things that need to be done They say bad things come in threes So I'm goin' down down I lost momma to consumption I lost daddy to the plow But I'm just sittin' here waitiin' for the angel With that big black chariot He's gonna get this killing done It was a September Sunday Momma was baking bread Daddy was tending the horses I was really sick in bed I heard the kettle clack Momma fell to the floor Blood was coming from her mouth and nose I got up and I ran to her But she didn't last for very long She'd been losing weight for days I'm sorry that I didn't know They say bad things come in threes So I'm going down down I lost momma to consumption I lost daddy to the plow But I'm just sitting here waiting for the angel With that big black chariot He's gonna get this killing done They say bad things come in threes So I'm going down down I lost momma to consumption I lost daddy to the plow But I'm just sitting here waiting for the angel With that big black chariot He's gonna get this killing done Daddy was so broken He started coughing too But he kept working the land you know Because "that's what a man should do" He was angry at the Lord But he told me not to fret He said, "you've gotta keep believin' son even if you think That god let you down, remember it'll pass" Those horses kept on plowing while he fell into the grass Bad things come in threes So I'm going down down I lost momma to consumption I lost daddy to the plow But I'm just sittin' here waitin' for the angel With that big black chariot He's gonna get this killing Get this killing Get this killing done