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.