Now my road has turned to tracks,
Stones to pebbles, see them roll away.
My wandering troubles need not break my back,
Mmm, sorrow is the price I pay.
I sing my sorrows to the morning; I speak them to the night.
You best believe I' ll keep singing until I make my wrongs so right.
Devil said, a pity for your troubles to take your tired old soul
So you know you got to go.
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You got to hurry on now,
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And it knows, won't be long now
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Now with blind hands, I crawl this lonely place,
As my dry tears fall and roll away.
I can't see troubles as they dance behind my back,
Ooo, sorrow is my soul to slay.
He stole my sorrows from the morning; he ripped them from the night.
And you best believe I' ll keep singing to make my wrongs so right.
Devil took a pity of my troubles; he holds my tired old soul
So I know I got to go
I got to hurry on now,
Now I know, won' t be long now