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A HUNDRED MILES OF BAD ROAD
It's a long, long way from where I am,
To where I ought to be.
I can't remember where I made this turn,
Into no-man's land, as far as I can see
Stranded being and a-broken down,
With only one way from this place.
I always find the strength I need,
In the arms of my Angel and my saving grace
And I ain't sure how you carry me,
Through the darkest hours, so easily.
And I ain't sure how you carry this load,
Down a hundred miles of bad road
I handed you what was left of me,
Prayin' it would be enough
This black and blue and a-worn out heart,
Was empty 'til you filled it up with your love
And I ain't sure how you carry me,
Through the darkest hours, so easily
And I ain't sure how you carry this load,
Down a hundred miles of bad road
Is all I'll ever see
If there's an easier way, it ain't shown itself to me
But the burden ain't as heavy as it used to be
And I ain't sure how you carry me,
Through the darkest hours, so easily
And I ain't sure how you carry this load
I ain't sure how you carry me,
Through the darkest hours, so easily
And I ain't sure how you carry this load,
Down a hundred miles of bad road
Down a hundred miles of bad road
Yeah
Yeah, down a hundred miles of bad road