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