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点击复制I was a poor boy
Papa
When you decided you would make me wealthy
I had the sickness in my bones I was sure enough far from home
You made me healthy
I was rejected
Dejected
Uncorrected
Unprotected
Defected from my people
I was contriving
Cliff diving
Capsizing
No freedom rising from that deep hole
But you made free
And I must sing
You baptized me
Just doin' your thing
I had the feeling all along that there was something peering strong over my shoulder
And it got closer through the years through abandonment and tears as I got older
Hitchhiking through the wilderness and bearing all my consequence I was a stranger
You picked me up on sixty six
Met me with love and kindness instead of anger
And you made me free
And I must sing
You baptize me
Just doin' your thing
Now it's a quarter 'til the clock strikes
And hopefully the shock might
Hit you like a rock fight or like a butcher's block might
Quick as lightning shock kite comes the key to lock tight
The door on which he knock right now until it's not night
Everybody walk tight rope until their chalk white hopes
Are wiped away by the wind
If the devil's your friend you got a burden on your back
And some poison in your blood
It's a burden to unpack
Leave it behind in the mud
Click clack goes the old smoke stack and when it leaves
It ain't never coming back
So you best be ready when the train comes steady
It's rollin' heavy 'round the bends
Get on board my friend
For the land of Lord cause the levee's gonna break
In the end
You made me free
And I must sing
You baptized me
Just doin' your thing