Roamin'

I went down to Alabama,
'Cause they said it was going ill with my mamma,
And when she passed, my heart got set on,
Running on up to Santa Ana,

I was looking for something,
I didn't know what it was,
But still I made up my mind,
To jump the gun and hop on the bus,

Lord, I ain't asking,
For you to make me better,
Just make me whole,

I don't want you,
To take away my fear,
Just make me bold,

Only a pitch blackness do I see,
Oh, Lord, won't you,
Make just a man out of me,

Nothing more than a drifter,
For life, of life had made me bereft,
Without all the things I once had,
To the will of the wind I was left,

And with no purpose at all,
All I could do was roam,
On and on,
Like a rolling stone,

Lord, I ain't asking,
For you to make me better,
Just make me whole,

I don't want you,
To take away my fear,
Just make me bold,

Only a pitch blackness do I see,
Oh, Lord, won't you,
Make just a man out of me,

A man without hope,
Will quicker rather,
Than soon be,
At the end of his rope,

It's been so long since I've,
Seen the face of a bright day,
And maybe tomorrow will be the day I always say,
But I find that big lamp in the sky just won't light up,

Lord, I ain't asking,
For you to make me better,
Just make me whole,

I don't want you,
To take away my fear,
Just make me bold,


Only a pitch blackness do I see,
Oh, Lord, won't you,
Make just a man out of me,


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