Texty

Help me load the truck, I already packed my bags I gotta go now, I don't know when I'll be back The life I live is takin' my soul If you weren't stickin' around, then I'd lose all hope I'm diggin' oil for the company man He's gettin' rich while I get callused hands And about my life, he couldn't give a damn See, I got bills to pay, but he needs more land Though this journey has been cold There's a fire burnin' in my soul And in this dark pit I'm in Oh, I wonder if you're waitin' 'til I return 'Til I return 'Til I return My blood's engraved in this here boat If you fall overboard, you better pray to God you float Air I breathe is full of dust and smoke My body's worn out, but I'll rest it when I'm old There were many to fail before But I've looked Death in the eyes and told him I ain't goin' What's the problem with dirt on my hands? This is what I do, this is who I am Though this journey has been cold There's a fire burnin' in my soul And in this dark pit I'm in Oh, I wonder if you're waitin' 'til I return 'Til I return 'Til I return
Writer(s): Samuel Robert Barber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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