I cannot breathe, my Lord this road is pure clob
I will not walk if you did not walk
Well, not any more
I figured that I would fall, yea well, I left it all
Same in the front as it is in the rear
But sin in my marrow, well this road is so narrow
You once had a stained glass look in your eye
I will not breathe if you did not breathe
Carryin' sin in my sack
The train moves fast as I walk this track
Yea, on down to here, yea, on down to here
Yea, on down to here, yea, on down to here
I cannot breathe, my Lord this road is pure clob
Sin in my marrow, yea well this road is so narrow
Yea on down to here, yea, on down to here
He's taken our stripes on his back
