and your wrists are getting thin
Sweetheart, you don't deserve
the kind of life I put you in
But it's hard to draw a page
when my papers always say
That I took a loaf of bread
from the grocery store one day
you have to wear the scars
When people down the road
can drive ten thousand dollar cars
So it's a long, long hard way
If I make it to St. Louis,
If I don't make it at all,
you'll know why I didn't call
Just kiss the baby for me
and come see my grave next
The weather's getting warmer
and the baby's coming soon
I'll try to find some work
that might carry us through to June
But everywhere's the same
when you're a man without a name
They'll make you feel so useless
and then wonder why you came
If a soul -searching beggar
I'd rather rot behind the walls
So it's a long, long hard way
If I make it to St. Louis,
If I don't make it at all,
you'll know I didn't call
Just kiss the baby for me
and come see my grave next
like you always did before
And I love you just as well,
but I just can't keep you down no more
So I'll be leavin' in the mornin'
if the weather's bad or good
And I'll let you find a man
who'll give you all the things I never could
But I'll never understand as long as I live
How we can talk and love thy neighbor,
So it's a long, long hard way
If I make it to St. Louis,
If I don't make it at all,
you'll know I didn't call
Just kiss the baby for me
and come see my grave next fall
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