Pure Clob Road

Are you weary my friends of me comin' 'round Draggin' my chains 'cross your floor You once had a stained gla*s 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 Yea on down to here, yea, on down to here I will not walk if you did not walk I will not breathe if you did not breathe But sin in my marrow, well this road is so narrow I cannot breathe, my Lord this road is pure clob Yea, on down to here, yea, on down to here I figured that I would fall, yea well, I left it all Sin in my marrow, yea well this road is so narrow I cannot breathe, my Lord this road is pure clob Yea, on down to here, yea, on down to here Yea, on down to here, yea, on down to here