Letra de Ballad Of John Parker - Willard Grant Conspiracy

Down the rough road where the asphalt is split
Stumbles a man down to his wits
Brother oh brother what's left to regret
Known by the way that he carries his load
Early one morning in the warehouse of souls
Digger was bent to carry the load
Digger oh Digger what's left to reveal
Known by the way that he carries the load

I was a gambler and I was a king
The world of sin was all my domain
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Now I am bent, broken and spent
Known by the way that I carried the load

A priest came along and said forty words
Up from the ground rose a great bird
Raven oh Raven why do you fly
Known by the way he carries the load

Known by the way he carries the load