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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