4 + 20
Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young
Intro : Four and twenty years ago, I come into this life The song of a woman, And a man who lived in strife He was tired of being poor; And he wasn't into selling door to door And he worked like the devil to be more A different kind of poverty Now upsets me so Night after sleepless night, I walk the floor and I want to know; Why am I so alone ? Where is my woman, can I bring her home ? Have I driven her away ? Is she gone ? Morning comes to sunrise, And I'm driven to my bed I see that it is empty, And there's devils in my head I embrace the many colored beast, I grow weary of the torment; Can there be no peace ? And I find myself just wishing that my life would soon decease