Oh, keep your head, keep your head low
Oh, you gotta keep your head low
If you wanna keep your head, huh
Oh, you gotta keep your head
Low, keep your head, keep your head low
Oh, you gotta keep your head low
If you wanna keep your head, huh
Young man, got to hand it to ya
Guess you don't scare easy, do ya?
Are you brave or stupid, son?
'Cause it seems your song made
quite a strong impression on my wife
But it takes more than singin' songs
to keep a woman in your arms
Take it from a man no longer young
If you want to hold a woman, son
Hang a chain around her throat
Shackle her from wrist to wrist
With sterling silver bracelets
Fill her pockets full of stones
Bind her with a golden band
If I raise my... (Keep your head low)
If I raise my... (Keep you head low)
Could I change (Could I change)
Could... (Oh, you gotta keep your head low)
If I raise my voice could I?
Could I change the the way it is?
'stead of standing with him?
Why are we diggin' our own graves
If we're free tell me why
We can't even stand upright?
If we're free tell me when
We can stand with our fellow man
(A- ooh) Now I sing a different song
A simple tune, a steady beat
You hear that heavy metal sound?
The symphony of Hadestown!
And in this symphony of mine
Are power cords and power lines
Young man, you can strum your lyre
I have strung the world in wire
Young man, you can sing your ditty
I conduct the electric city!
I'll tell you what, young man
Since my wife is such a fan
And since I'm going to count to three
And put you out of your misery
One! Give me one more song
One more song before I send you
Where nobody can hear you singing
Three! Sing a song for me
Make me laugh, make me weep
Make the king feel young again
Hadestown Original Broadway Company
