I shall not walk alone
Battered and torn
Still i can see the light
Tattered and worn
But i must kneel to fight
Friend of mine
What can't you spare
I know some times
It gets cold in there
When my legs no longer carry
And the warm wind chills my bones
I reach for mother mary
And i shall not walk alone
Blind boys of Alabama.
Still i can see the light
Tattered and worn
But i must kneel to fight
Friend of mine
What can't you spare
I know some times
It gets cold in there
When my legs no longer carry
And the warm wind chills my bones
I reach for mother mary
And i shall not walk alone
Blind boys of Alabama.
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