4 + 20

Four and twenty years ago I come into this life

The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife

He was tired of bein' poor and he wasn't into sellin' door to door

And he worked like the devil to be more

A different kind of poverty now upsets me so

Night after sleepless night I walk the floor and want to know



Why am I so alone? Where is my woman? Can I bring her home?

Have I driven her away? Is she gone?

Mornin' comes the sunrise and I'm driven to my bed

I see that it is empty and there's devils in my head

I embrace the many colored beast

I grow weary of the torment, can there be no peace?

And I find myself just wishin' that my life would simply decease