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1. Four and twenty years ago,

I come into this life.

The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.

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He was tired of being poor,

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and he wasn`t into selling door to door.

And he worked like the devil to be more.

2. A different kind of poverty

Now upsets me so, night after

Sleeples night I walk the floor and

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?

3. 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?

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And I find myself just wishin` that my life would simply cease.