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
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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