A HUNDRED MILES OF BAD ROAD
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It's a long, long way from where I am,
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To where I ought to be.
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I can't remember where I made this turn,
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Into no-man's land, as far as I can see
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Stranded being and a-broken down,
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With only one way from this place.
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I always find the strength I need,
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In the arms of my Angel and my saving grace
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And I ain't sure how you carry me,
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Through the darkest hours, so easily.
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And I ain't sure how you carry this load,
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Down a hundred miles of bad road
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I handed you what was left of me,
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Prayin' it would be enough
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This black and blue and a-worn out heart,
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Was empty 'til you filled it up with your love
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And I ain't sure how you carry me,
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Through the darkest hours, so easily
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And I ain't sure how you carry this load,
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Down a hundred miles of bad road
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Is all I'll ever see
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If there's an easier way, it ain't shown itself to me
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But the burden ain't as heavy as it used to be
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And I ain't sure how you carry me,
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Through the darkest hours, so easily
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And I ain't sure how you carry this load
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I ain't sure how you carry me,
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Through the darkest hours, so easily
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And I ain't sure how you carry this load,
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Down a hundred miles of bad road
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Down a hundred miles of bad road
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Yeah
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Yeah, down a hundred miles of bad road
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A Hundred Miles of Bad Road
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| Andy Griggs |
