4 + 20

Stephen Stills

1. Four and twenty years ago,
   I come into this life.
   The son of a woman and a man who lived in strife.
   He was tired of being poor,
   and he wasn`t into selling door to door.
   And he worked like the devil to be more.

2. A different kind of poverty
   Now upsets me so, night after
   Sleeples night I walk the floor and
   Want to know why am I so alone?
   Where is my woman? Can I bring her home?
   Have I driven her away? Is she gone?

3. Mornin` comes the sunrise and I`m
   Driven to my bed. I see that it is
   Empty and there`s devils in my head.
   I embrace the many-colored beast,
   I grow weary of the torment. Can there be no peace?
   And I find myself just wishin` that my life would simply cease.