of my comin' 'round
 draggin' my chains 'cross your floor
 you once had a stained glass look in your eye
 well, not any more
 the train moves fast
 as i walk this track
 carryin' sin in my sack
 same in the front as it is in the rear
 he's taken our stripes on his back
 on down to here
 i cannot walk if you did not walk
 i cannot breathe if you did not breathe
 sin in my marrow
 well this road is so narrow
 no i cannot walk
 this road is pure clob
 on down to here
 i figured that i would fall
 ye well i left it all
 sin in my marrow
 ye well this road is so narrow
 i cannot walk
 my lord this road is pure clob