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Travelin' down a lonely highway |
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I knew not where the road would end |
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Not a penny in my pocket |
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All alone without a friend |
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In a little country village |
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I met a man and he was blind |
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As I helped him cross the highway |
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Oh! Lord I cried his burdens are greater than mine. |
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I can see the light of day |
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I need not feel my way |
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Yes, thy burdens are greater than mine. |
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Met a lad while on my travels |
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Tryin' hard to play the game |
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Though his leg was very crippled |
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And he could not speak his name |
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Yet, he smiled in understandin' |
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Though life to him had been unkind |
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And as I watched, I cried in sorrow |
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Oh! Lord his burdens are greater than mine. |
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I can speak my name aloud |
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Make my way among the crowd |
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Yes, his burdens are greater than mine. |
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Just by chance I passed a graveyard |
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I saw a young man kneelin' there |
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In his hand, there were some roses |
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On his lips, there was a prayer |
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On a stone, these words were written |
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'Your soul is God's, your mem'ry mine' |
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And as I watched, I cried in sorrow |
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Oh! Lord I see his burdens are greater than mine. |
