Gordon Bok – Sufferin (Guitar)

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When I was a young man in my prime

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I had a woman and her future by my side

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But the four winds blow and the grass don't grow

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'Round the feet of a man with travellin' in his hide

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So I threw off all the shackles and the chains

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And I said goodbye to what's-her-name

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And I suffered through the cold September rain

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Headed back to freedom once again

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Well, I tried my luck on a fiery buck

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At the back of a two-room ramblin' ranchin' shack

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Now there's nothing worse than a buckskin horse

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With a mind of his own and a saddle on his back

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For riding he just couldn't seem to care

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So he left me there in the dusty air

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And I suffered through the insult and the pain

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Landed on my backside once again

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Well, I broke my back laying down the track

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For the railroad that was making its way out West

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But I had no feel for the cold hard steel

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And a kind of a job that would give a man no rest

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So I said goodbye and I headed North for gold

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And I staked my claim on a salted vein

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And I suffered from the hunger and the cold

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And all I found was a young man growing old

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I drank my fill of the barroom swill

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And I danced 'til the sun was a jewel in the morning sky

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I used my fist for a goodnight kiss

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On the face of a man with evil in his eye

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Then I stumbled through the morning feeling ill

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Till I fell with a thud in the rain and the mud

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And I suffered through a day or two in jail

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Then I headed back for the freedom of the trail

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Well, the years have flown, but the times I've known

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Were better than a poke in the eye with a rusty nail

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If a man will try and a man don't lie to himself

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Life can be one hell of a tale

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To change my life, I wouldn't give a dime

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And when I go the books will show

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That I suffered from my youth right through my prime

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I'm headed back to freedom, one last time