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 I 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 CEASE