as i was walking down the street a well dressed man i chanced to meet the stranger asked where i did go and why i wore these clothes so old i told the man that i was poor i wasn t rich i had no stores he told me son i have a plan i ll put some money in your hand he said that on the 1st of may a cart with riches came this way he said to go and do a deed and that he d share it all with me i went and did what i was told we stole the silver and the gold he tried to take my share and run i shot and killed him with my gun now lonely is my company i know i never will be free and in this cell i lay my head a few more hours and i ll be dead i should ve seen i should ve known i should ve lived with what i owned and now i ll die before my time because i stole what wasn t mine so keep your eyes upon your own and not on silver gold or stones and seek not wealth so rich and fine or by your greedy hands you ll die