By the sweat of my brow

Last week I played with a tiny baby I thought how soon he'd be a man But the day came last time Rock his cradle he's Oh here today, and gone tomorrow That's how life in this world is Oh here today and...

I held him as close as I dared to go All his sweet love has started to show I know that I need him, but trustin his love But the scars from an old love haven't quite healed enough Yes the battle is...

As you walk down the street – how often do you meet Some poor man whose life has life had grown old? His aged form is bent – in his pocket not a cent And for shelter knows not where to go See that...

Call him drunken ira hayes, He won't answer any more; Not the whiskey drinkin' indian, Not the marine who went to war. Gather 'round me people, There's a story I would tell About a brave young indian...

There's a path that leads back through my memories And how often I've walked it these days Where I find sweet piece among the flowers On the grassy banks beyond the river bend But it's only a memory...

I said goodbye to that poor little mining town With just a few old clothes that had made the rounds I knew I was leaving a lot of things that were good But I thought I'd make a break while I still...