My horse is lame
looking at me so forlorn
My horse is lame
looking at me so forlorn
The pack on my back
I’m bearing
Spikes me deeper
than Jerusalem thorn
Weight on my shoulders
so heavy as I left town
Weight on my shoulders
so heavy as I left town
These old damp boots
march sorely
On upside slopes insisting
To one more other way down
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