I rode myself into the ground
But [bad word]  it's almost over now
I don't see nothing but the light
Darkness filled my days
The rising sun has shown the way
And I don't see nothing but the light
preacher's lesson, simply armageddon
The devil, he knows how to write
Killer of men, no way to save them
Hey now we all have to die

You wouldn't think that out here
man could [bad word] clear
Out of country, but oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, nothing but the light

They took my ears in Omaha
I thought me dead but I weren't at all
And I left them bleeding in the mud
They branded me for horse thievery
Between my eyes for all to see
And I left them bleeding in the mud

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When this wall was made
It was never meant to save everyone in kind
I don't believe God much had me, had me much in mind

You wouldn't think that out here
man could [bad word] clear
Out of country, but oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my, there's nothing but the light

So tell the barkeep, "What is there to drink?"
Just a minimal risk of blindness or death
It all taste of ashes, seems that's always what we get
It's all they have to give

You wouldn't think that out here
man could [bad word] clear
Out of country, but oh my, oh my
Oh my, oh my,
Nothing but the light
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