Damascus from Pilgrim by Roger Dean Young & the tin cup

Damascus
words by r.c. clark

On a pale afternoon, one morning I fell to my knees on a paved and rutted road I fell upon my prayers and asked the lord next to me

I said what does he need tell me what could be free right now my friend I'm feelin down on my knees beggin for a little pity on please, don't steal me away.

If you let me get rich it's magic turned grey get up off a my knees and sit in the chair that he made for me beggin please one more time what can I do when can my name be given to crime.

I said what does he need tell me what could be free right now my friend I'm feelin down on my knees beggin for a little pity on please, don't steal me away.

The wind is cuttin, cutting me in two, the east wails the blues, some songs are said to be right, -alright mama gonna let me be?

Back on my knees from whence I came ten thousand paces to this place and stand in front of you, on a pale afternoon I fell flat to my face and kissed the winding road.

I'm a crooked man with a crooked old plan, mister the sun will blister you, mister I'm just beggin on please, don't steal me away.

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