Barefoot Truth

Broken Road

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Born again on a island of sale
He lived there six months too long
Only ten out of jail
He looked at me his eyes were haggard and pail
His skin was tarnished and torn just like a rusted old nail
Well some people pass through this world with no pain
But Johnny mingled in its company again and again
He said he wanted to see paradise and travel so far
All he'd seen of it was standing hind' those ugly prison bars

So many good people they come good people they come, from a broken road
So many good people they come good people they come, they come and they go

Johnny hailed from the city of thieves
He'd cut his teeth down backwards alley's since 1973
He said he'd had a troubled run that was easy to see
He traveled East to West didn't miss a single penitentiary
From the Bronx over to Queen's down in South Jersey
I-95 to West Virginia well they caught up in Cincinnati
Crossed the Mason Dixon border Kansas City, Oklahoma
The Devil on the shoulder of a good hearted man

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Woah'can you out-run the weight of the world, the weight of the world
when it's holding you down?
Woah can you out-last the pain of the fall, the pain of the fall
when you fall to the ground?

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So many good people they come good people they come, from a broken road
So many good people they come good people they come, they come and they go