Ain't it %s burden on my back,
We lordy lordy by the bleak new year,
With poor condition filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The bleak new year winds whisper low,
As waiting we roam,
Through poor condition we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each good ol' blues shares a story,
Of no good nohow and more,
The graveyard holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through poor condition we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though left me last night may stray,
We join heart to heart ...