Texty: Levon Helm. Dirt Farmer. Calvary.

(Byron Isaacs)

Every man will see the day
That his hopes are dashed away
No word can bring him peace
No man can set him free

Some will ramble far from home
Work their fingers to the bone
Some will numb their hearts with wine
To distract their troubled minds

Take me down to Calvary
Take me down, down, down, right on down

There's no running from your troubles
Or you're sure to make them double
You will meet your destiny
Every man is Calvary

Take me down to Calvary
Take me down, down, down, right on down
Take me down, take me down
Take me down, down, right on down

I will lay my hammer down
Set my knees upon the ground
I will not leave from this place
Until I see a face-to-face

Take me down to Calvary
Take me down, down, down, right on down
Take me down, take me down
Take me down, down, right on down
Take me down, take me down
Take me down, down, down, down, right on down