| Burdens lie in graves past by, he carries his weight
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| That anthem for the disenchanted rings loud in waves of grain
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| Heavy hearted hymns heard in slums
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| Fade out on those country roads, hope burning in his lungs
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| Days pass, weeks pass
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| Sleeping under sky
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| Days pass, weeks pass
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| Days turn into nights
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| Sleep sound, the sun’s out
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| Sleep long, sleep well
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| Days pass, weeks pass
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| Memories come flooding back
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| He prays his mother’s god has saved her soul
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| That soap box song still in his head
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| Miles lost to heat and rain, he carries his weight
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| That message for the misdirected rings true to this day
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| Heavy hearted hymns sung in fields
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| He stops along that country road to listen as they sing
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| «Swing low, swing low chariot for me
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| Swing low, swing low, pray my soul to keep
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| Rest now, the sun’s down
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| Rest long, rest well»
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| «Swing low, swing low»
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| Redemption lies in an old farm house
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| «Room and board for the strong hands we need»
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| «All I can offer, roof over head
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| Another day, another dollar
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| All I can offer, roof over head
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| Another day, another dollar
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| Another day, another dollar» |