A Better Man
i've been riding this horse
and there ain't no telling it's course
the bridle is broken
and i can't see through the gold rush dust
but it makes no difference where i'm headed
no, it don't matter much to me
seems like all i leave behind
are tracks in the sand
tears scarring the land
and all i've got here to go by
are the lines my hand
(some kind of a map?)
ain't no special plan
no, i'm just trying to be a better man
lord you know i ain't no prospecting genius
i'm just waiting for your hand
send me a sweet southern belle
now my soul is thirsty
and i can't find a drop in this ghost town well
but it makes no difference where i'm headed
no, it don't matter much to me
seems like all i leave behind
are tracks in the sand
tears scarring the land
and all i've got here to go by
are the lines my hand
(some kind of a map?)
ain't no special plan
no, i'm just trying to be a better man
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