I was the black sheep of the family the devil got the best of me
Papa told me cant handle thee walk on
walk on son make your trail you'll never find where your belong
you must make your own way to be strong
when you done living wild you'll know your just a child
when you come to the end you'll have grown you learned your lessen
you learned your lessen to walk on
In time he tried to get me all alone take blood from a rolling stone
so i told that devil in a word walk on
you'll never win the war if you don't fight the battle
now the Devil he only shows his face in a storm
but the roads have been many and I gambled with plenty
and the last card that I hold is walk on
walk on walk on leave it all behind real men are accountable
don't waist your time with windmills you have win the battle to win the war
(repeat)
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