four and twenty years ago i come into this life
the son of a woman and a man who lived in strife
he was tired of bein’ poor and he wasn’t into sellin’ 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 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?
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?
and i find myself just wishin’ that my life would simply decease