Album: Standing Stones
My people are the travelin' folk
I was born in sorrow
Cast out in the world to roam
No hope for the morrow
I am tossed and driven, lads
By fate I'm bound to roam
I've seen that city called heaven, lads
I'm calling it my home; I'm calling it my home
My life was never easy, boys
Seems I never win
Eighteen years of trying, Lord
I'm tempted to give in
My mother's gone before me now
Whiskey's claimed my kin
My brothers they all shun me 'cause
I'm trying to get in
If no one here will walk with me
I'll carry on alone
I've seen that place called heaven
Now I'm making it my own
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