Are you weary my friends Of my comin' 'round Draggin' my chains 'cross your floor You once had a stained glass look in your eye Well, not any more The train moves fast As I walk this track Carryin' sin in my sack Same in the front as it is in the rear He's taken our stripes on his back On down to here I cannot walk if you did not walk I cannot breathe if you did not breathe Sin in my marrow Well this road is so narrow No I cannot walk This road is pure clob On down to here I figured that I would fall Ye well I left it all Sin in my marrow Ye well this road is so narrow I cannot walk My Lord this road is pure clob