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Four and twenty years ago,
I come into this life
The song of a woman,
and a man who lived in strife
He was tired of being poor;
and he wasn't into selling 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?
Morning comes to 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 wishing that my life would soon decease