are you weary my friends

of my comin' 'round

draggin' my chains 'cross your floor

you once had a stained glass look in your eye

well, not any more

the train moves fast

as i walk this track

carryin' sin in my sack

same in the front as it is in the rear

he's taken our stripes on his back

on down to here

i cannot walk if you did not walk

i cannot breathe if you did not breathe

sin in my marrow

well this road is so narrow

no i cannot walk

this road is pure clob

on down to here

i figured that i would fall

ye well i left it all

sin in my marrow

ye well this road is so narrow

i cannot walk

my lord this road is pure clob