Sometimes I wake up in the darkness
Sometimes I wake up in the sun
Sometimes I walk out through the pouring rain
When they tell me I must move on

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Oh you know it’s hard to make your mind up
When you’re looking for a bed
That cold, cold winter soon be coming
Where oh where will I lay my weary head

I like to go down to the station
The lights they burn a fire red
They told me beggars cant be choosers
Some things are better left unsaid

I was a solder in the army
But I have never been to war
But I would love to cross that ocean
So I could walk that foreign shore

I have me a picture of my Mama
From way back in 1965
It bring me comfort bring me sorrow
Of that I cannot tell you why