In the words of my Father
I'm a hard working man
And my Mother she'd say
That I have so much to give
But I'm pulled underneath
By the under toe
Looking for the open road
Oh, Lord
What have I done
I've put all my things
Into a loaded gun
High up above
Flies the angel of death
Singing soft memories
That lay me to rest
But I'm pulled underneath
By the under toe
Hoping for the open road
Oh, Lord
What have I done
I've put all my things
Into a loaded gun
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