A HUNDRED MILES OF BAD ROAD It's a long, long way from where I am, To where I ought to be. I can't remember where I made this turn, Into no-man's land, as far as I can see Stranded being and a-broken down, With only one way from this place. I always find the strength I need, In the arms of my Angel and my saving grace And I ain't sure how you carry me, Through the darkest hours, so easily. And I ain't sure how you carry this load, Down a hundred miles of bad road I handed you what was left of me, Prayin' it would be enough This black and blue and a-worn out heart, Was empty 'til you filled it up with your love And I ain't sure how you carry me, Through the darkest hours, so easily And I ain't sure how you carry this load, Down a hundred miles of bad road Is all I'll ever see If there's an easier way, it ain't shown itself to me But the burden ain't as heavy as it used to be And I ain't sure how you carry me, Through the darkest hours, so easily And I ain't sure how you carry this load I ain't sure how you carry me, Through the darkest hours, so easily And I ain't sure how you carry this load, Down a hundred miles of bad road Down a hundred miles of bad road Yeah Yeah, down a hundred miles of bad roadTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
