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The weight of his mother's daughter
Rests heavy on his soul
The chip that's on his shoulder
Is heavier than his eyes will show
To them he's just a rambler
No place to call his home
Every day he pushes his boat up
And hopes it turns into stone
Hopes it turns into stone
'Til I lay in greener pastures
And rest my weary soul
Blue skies all that I ask for
I've spent too long in the storm
Some nights when he's too drunk to stumble
With no one to call his own
The forks that keep him humble
From all he's found in his road
But sin's a good man's brother, met him once or twice
The day he meets the devil, he's gonna ask him for some advice
'Til I lay in greener pastures
And rest my weary soul
Blue sky is all that I ask for
I've spent too long in the storm
Spent too long in the storm
'Til I lay in greener pastures
And rest my weary soul
Blue sky is all that I ask for
No, I've spent too long in the storm
Too long in the storm