a spooky, "yea, though I walk through the valley" spiritual
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written on the eve of Waylon Jennings' passing
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TO WALK THE LINE
See the shadows on the ground
And your angel can’t be found
There’s a man in black
He’s callin’ time
But it’s so hard to walk the line
Cold north wind begins to blow
Watch the seasons come and go
As the days turn into years
I wonder where to go from here
CHORUS:
Oh, big river, deep and wide
I keep lookin’ to the other side
So far to go, runnin’ out of time
And it’s so hard to walk the line
I’ve loved and lost, crashed and burned
Guys like me, we never learn
I turn my collar up to the night
Stumble through the wrong and the right
Ain’t easy movin’ on
And the road is way too long
Your gonna do just what you will
You don’t get nothin’ standing still
CHORUS
Copyright 2003, G.B.Corkhill, C.Thompson, M. Palazzolo / LOCODARE Music
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