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Prayer Of The Young Widower

Life Is But A Wheel

Prayer Of The Young Widower.mp3

It wasn’t but a year that we was married
When you’d thought I’d had all that I’d need
Lord, just when life was like a bowl of cherries
You made me bury all my hopes and dreams

Now it’s just a heartache left behind me
And all I’ve got in front of me’s to roam
Because it seems no matter where I’ve let this old hat hang
There ain’t no place I can go to quite like home

Lord, I’m tired of paying dues
I gave you all I had to lose
Won’t you bring her back to me?
Make things like they used to be?
Lord I’m tired of singing blues
I’ve walked the holes right through these shoes
And with every step I’ve wished you’d took me too

I still recall that night back in the hometown
When I’d thought I’d saw her in the falling snow
But they laughed at me as I checked at every hotel-
I guess a ghost don’t need to come in from the cold

Lord, ever since that night I’ve kept to searching
And I’ve looked in every bottle I could find
Though I’ve tried my best to stop this damn thinking
I couldn’t drink enough to get her off my mind

Lord, I’m tired of paying dues
I gave you all I had to lose
Won’t you bring her back to me?
Make things like they used to be?
Lord I’m tired of singing blues
I’ve walked the holes right through these shoes
And with every step I’ve wished you’d took me too

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