[Intro] (Saxophone)

Lord, I'm walking down this dusty road again

Verse 1

Blisters on my feet from the miles I've walked alone

Every face I see is just a stranger on a throne

Got a hole inside my soul where my family used to be

Now I'm begging at your doorstep, won't you have some pity on me

Pre-Chorus

I ain't got no money, I ain't got no pride

Just a broken heart that I can't hide

Chorus

Oh, won't you help a weary man?

Got no place to rest my head

Every kindness is a prayer

From the living to the dead

I'm just looking for a hand

To pull me through the night