Four and twenty years ago i come into this life
The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife
He was tired of bein' poor
And he wasn't into sellin' door to door
And he worked like the devil to be more
A different kind of poverty now upsets me so
Night after sleepless night i walk the floor and want to know
Why am i so alone?
Where is my woman?
Can i bring her home?
Have i driven her away?
Is she gone?
Mornin' comes the sunrise and I'm driven to my bed
I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head
I, embrace the many colored beast
I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?
And i find myself just wishin' that my life would simply decease

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