Write my name on a stone if you're looking for home. The hand that writes will know just where the devil should go. Write my name on a tree if you're looking for me. But don't you cry for me. ' Cause I wouldn't return the favour. Slow roll, to the hill where I'm meant to be killed. And the angels sang that men like me would hang. But don't you cry by the gallows. ' Cause I would not do you that favour. Lower the casket down into God's forsaken ground. I'll escape on a chariot. I'll be homeward bound.