| Rough as the road might seem to be
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| I’ll be toiling on home
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| I’ll be myself and no one
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| I’ll keep trodding on
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| A man must go through tribulation
|
| No matter who or where he’s from
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| If he’s a man of understanding
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| He then know that time alone will tell
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| But fools know not of understanding
|
| That’s why they stumble
|
| Never going to their way, oh, yeah
|
| For wisdom is hard for them
|
| A man must go through tribulation
|
| No matter who or where he’s from
|
| If he’s a man of understanding
|
| He then know that time alone will tell
|
| But fools know not of understanding
|
| That’s why they stumble
|
| Never going to their way, oh, yeah
|
| For wisdom is hard for them
|
| Rough as the road might seem to be
|
| I’ll be toiling on home
|
| I’ll be myself and no one
|
| I’ll keep trodding on
|
| A man must go through tribulation
|
| No matter who or where he’s from
|
| If he’s a man of understanding
|
| He then know that time alone will tell
|
| But fools know not of understanding
|
| That’s why they stumble
|
| Never going to their way, oh, yeah
|
| For wisdom is hard for them
|
| A man must go through tribulation
|
| No matter who or where he’s from
|
| If he’s a man of understanding
|
| He then know that time alone will tell
|
| But fools know not of understanding
|
| That’s why they stumble
|
| Never going to their way, oh, yeah
|
| For wisdom is hard for them |