Well I left as soon as I heard him yelling in their room I took his knife, my bible, and left the rest Thinking I would be home soon I never believed my father, when he said that I was blessed And I've been on the road so long and lonely now I think it must have been a curse I been working so hard, so hard to find Some way to make up for the past And straighten out these crooked lines I once longed to travel without stopping or knowing just where I was Now I wake up late in the afternoon in dirty rooms I'm confused and spinning with d** Because I'll take any pleasure, any pleasure that I can find Someday this will k** me Lord, If you would be so kind I been working so hard, so hard to find Some way to make up for the past And straighten out these crooked lines I got so many crooked lines Because I got no use for these riches that I have found I got no appetite for the decadence that surrounds me now I got no use without that brother of mine