Recorded by Hank Williams
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Words and music by Pee Wee King and Redd Stewart
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[C] Travelin' [G7] down a lonely high-[C] way
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I knew not [F] where the road would [C] end
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Not a [F] penny in my [C] pocket
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All a-[G7] lone without a [C] friend
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In a [G7] little country [C] village
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I met a [F] man and he was [C] blind
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As I [F] helped him cross the high-[C] way
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Oh! [Am] Lord I cried his [C] burdens are [G7] greater than [C] mine.
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I can [F] see the light of day
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I [C] need not feel my way
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Yes, thy burdens are [G7] greater than [C] mine.
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Met a lad while on my travels
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Tryin' hard to play the game
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Though his leg was very crippled
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And he could not speak his name
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Yet, he smiled in understandin'
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Though life to him had been unkind
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And as I watched, I cried in sorrow
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Oh! Lord his burdens are greater than mine.
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I can speak my name aloud
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Make my way among the crowd
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Yes, his burdens are greater than mine.
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Just by chance I passed a graveyard
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I saw a young man kneelin' there
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In his hand, there were some roses
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On his lips, there was a prayer
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On a stone, these words were written
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'Your soul is God's, your mem'ry mine'
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And as I watched, I cried in sorrow
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Oh! Lord I see his burdens are greater than mine.
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THY BURDENS ARE GREATER THAN MINE
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Hank Williams |