B.W. Stevenson - My feet are so weary

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My feet, they're so weary

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And my legs can't seem to stand

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I've been headed down this broad highway Trying to make myself a man ^G

Left home when I was^Am seventeen ^D Had my first love the next ^Gyear But she proved to be u^Amnfaithful ^D So I have cried my ^Gtears

I can't unde^Amrstand why ^D I left my home that ^Gday I only know that I'm^Am going back ^D But I can't pay my ^Gway

Now my feet, they're so^Am weary ^D And my legs can't seem to ^Gstand I've been headed down this ^Ambroad highway ^D Trying to make myself a ^Gman

Ain't got the ^Ammoney for a cup of coffee ^D I ain't got money for no ^Gfood Last town that I^Am travelled through ^D The people there said I were no ^Ggood

Now my feet, they're so^Am weary, lord^D___ And my legs can't seem to ^Gstand Maybe the next ^Amtown I'm headed for ^D They'll try and under^Gstand