Where the years have gone, I got years to go Working for the man to pay the debt I owe Well, the time may pass but the truth will stand When the good Lord shakes this calloused hand You can call my name Its time to go But Ill never be free till its chiseled in stone. Aint no man gonna carry my load I gotta be a man and do it on my own The devils in my path and the hounds on my heel You have to walk in my shoes just to know how I feel The devils calling my name Hes the one who knows That Ill never be free till its chiseled in stone Chiseled in stone. Well I keep on going though theres no way out Every stone in my path is a brick in my house A mans life is built all along the way By the things that hes done and the choices hes made Someday theyll call my name Ill have a place of my own But Ill never be free till its chiseled in stone. On the final day when the whistle blows I can rest my body, I can rest my soul I built my castle in the promised land Its made of rocks and stone and like the shifting sands When they mention my name after Im long gone, Well, theyll know Im free cause its chiseled in stone Chiseled in stone DEAN HALL
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 12:09:01 +0000
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