Are you weary my friends of me comin' 'round   Draggin' my chains 'cross your floor   You once had a stained glass look in your eye   Well, not any more      The train moves fast as I walk this track   Carryin' sin in my sack   Same in the front as it is in the rear   He's taken our stripes on his back      Yea on down to here, yea, on down to here      I will not walk if you did not walk   I will not breathe if you did not breathe   But sin in my marrow, well this road is so narrow   I cannot breathe, my Lord this road is pure clob      Yea, on down to here, yea, on down to here      I figured that I would fall, yea well, I left it all   Sin in my marrow, yea well this road is so narrow   I cannot breathe, my Lord this road is pure clob      Yea, on down to here, yea, on down to here   Yea, on down to here, yea, on down to here