Said he could make a fortune
you know the boo gie's gone
It's the dawn of a brand new day
The taste of whiskey's still in his mouth
All them good times have come and gone
Tell everybody that the heat is on
Child of fortune, child of woe
There's no place left for you to go
Turn back dawn to rising sun
Rolling down the Highway 61 Way
I want you to stand up straight,
Folks got good reason to be afraid
Let rage and hate and violent crimes
Damn these show of restless times
Child of fortune, child of war
Who's to blame for all this
He's raisin' hell and judgein' men
Just by the colors of their skins
Talkin' about child of fortune,
There's no place left for you to go
the cards and roll the dice
You'll only get paid once or twice
No matter how the games begin
In the long run, you can't win
Said he could make a fortune
Child of fortune, child of war,
there's no place left for you to go