| At the end of my days when I’m called to go
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| Into the open arms of the Holy Ghost
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| To have lived such a life as I have known
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| Fortune follows me, but I’m brave no more
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| For my great mistakes I will surely pay
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| I’m running low and the devil is on my trail
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| When fate delivers me all I’ll ask it for
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| Is a place to rest and shelter for my soul
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| Oh if I could spend my days
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| Free from the prison of your gates
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| Then I could die a happy man
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| Oh if I could spend my days
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| Free from the shadow of my name
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| Then I could die happy man
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| When I am released from this mortal load
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| I’ll take my leave but I don’t wanna go
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| When fate delivers me all I’ll ask it for
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| A place to rest and shelter for my soul |