I've walked behind a lazy mule and backed it down the road
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And cursed the gumbo mud that grew the corn
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I swung a double bitted axe till sundown
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And wondered through my sweat why I was born
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I've laughed in daddy's face when he was praying
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I've urned my back upon my mother's crys
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I've looked into my mind when we were starving
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And asked myself the question who am I
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I've searched the eyes of strangers in the alley
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And seen the learching looks that they return
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I've read the books the scholars recommended
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And trembled at the likes of what I learned
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I've slept out in the night when it was raining
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I've shivered at the lightning in the sky
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I've looked into my mind while I was freezing
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And asked myself the question who am I
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I've seen the spinning world from in the gutter
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And felt the kin to men who leave their wives
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I've searched and finally found the perfect woman
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And learned too late she never could be mine
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I've walked with Lord's head behind my off-spring
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Ashamed of the man in my son's eyes
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Oh what a rocky track I left to follow
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Dear God I ask the question who am I
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Who Am I
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Red Sovine |