Townes - Lyrics - Early Day Miners
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I was born a victim to circumstance, time and chances cold.
I believe we were carried by the push and pull, the flood of fools and their lives
To wage a battle on the poor.
Falling from our ranks, deserting,
Withdrawing from our fates, retreating,
Falling from our ranks, deserting
To the marching of drums, belief goes on;
A life admonished and loathed.
I would sit with [unintelligible]
That the actions chosen forever burden the soul.
And [unintelligible] our brothers back home.
Falling from our ranks, deserting,
Withdrawing from our fates, retreating,
Falling from our ranks, deserting
To the marching of drums, belief goes on;
A life admonished and loathed
