Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young 4 + 20 Lyrics
Last updated: 10/17/2013 07:16:08 AM
Four and Twenty years ago
I come into this life,
the son of a woman
And a man who lived in strife.
He was tired of being poor
And he wasn't into selling door to door
And he worked like a devil to be more.
A different kind of poverty now upsets my soul
Night after sleepless night
I walk the floor and I want to know
Why am I so alone?
Where is my woman, can I bring her home?
Have I driven her away?
Is she gone?
Morning comes the sunrise,
And I'm driven to my bed
I see that it is empty
And there's devils in my head.
I embrace the many colored beast.
I grow weary of the torment
Can there be no peace?
And I find myself just wishing that my life would simply cease.
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