Lyrics:

Now my road has turned to tracks
Stones to pebbles, see them roll away
My wandering troubles need not break my back
Mmm, sorrow is the price I pay
I sing my sorrows to the morning; I speak them to the night
You best believe I'll keep singing until I make my wrongs so right
Devil said, a pity for your troubles to take your tired old soul
So you know you got to go
Hurry, to catch the morning
You got to hurry on now
In the night
I would heed my sorrow
And it knows, won't be long now
Hurry
Now with blind hands, I crawl this lonely place
As my dry tears fall and roll away
I can't see troubles as they dance behind my back
Ooo, sorrow is my soul to slay
He stole my sorrows from the morning; he ripped them from the night
And you best believe I'll keep singing to make my wrongs so right
Devil took a pity of my troubles; he holds my tired old soul
So I know I got to go

Hurry, to catch the morning
I got to hurry on now
In the night
I would heed my sorrow
Now I know, won't be long now
Hurry