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A Hell of a Trail Copyright©2001,
Michael Sorbonne Robinson
Oh,
where did the kinder times go, Lord, when
I had a good woman and son? And
why did you let them be taken by
the lead from a cruel outlaw’s
gun? All
I’ve lived for and loved is a memory; There’s
just loneliness, now, in this place. I’m
just wanting the family I mourn for, And
to be, back again, in your grace. Blown
hard by the winds of the devil, I’ve
forgotten what livin’ is for. It’s
a hell of a trail to Heaven. Oh,
Lord, don’t y’ leave me no
more. Oh,
where did the gentler times go, Lord, when
my true love first kindled the flame And
where is my childhood religion, when
I faithfully called on your name? Just
a cowboy, who vowed he'd get vengeance, An
eye for an eye was my goal. I
know killin’s against my religion, but
that demon has stolen my soul. Blown
hard by the winds of t I’ve
forgotten what livin’ is for. It’s
a hell of a trail to Heaven. Oh,
Lord, don’t y’ leave me no
more. Oh,
where did the younger times go, Lord, when
my darlin’ was ripe with our child? And
when did the hope in life vanish, and
the memories of springtimes so mild. All
my black curls have turned into white ones. There’s
just space, where my heart used to live. My
vengeance didn’t bring back my dear ones, and
there ain’t nothin’ left I can give. Blown
hard by the winds of the devil, I’ve
forgotten what livin’ is for. It’s
a hell of a trail to Heaven. Oh,
Lord, don’t y’ leave me no more
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