Thy Burdens are Greater Than Mine

Hank Williams

Traveling down a lonely highway
I knew not where the road would end
Not a penny in my pocket
All alone without a friend
In a little country village
I met a man and he was blind
And as I helped him cross the highway
Oh Lord I cried his burdens are greater than mine

I can see the light of day
I need not feel my way
Yes thy burdens are greater than mine

Met a lad while on my travels
Trying hard to play the game
Though his leg was very crippled
And he could not speak his name
Yet he smiled in understanding
Though life to him had been unkind
And as I watched I cried in sorrow
Oh Lord I cried his burdens are greater than mine

I can speak my name aloud
Make my way among the crowd
Yes his burdens are greater than mine

Just by chance I passed a graveyard
I saw a young man kneeling there
In his hands there were some roses
On his lips there was a prayer
On a stone these words were written
“Thy soul is God's thy memory mine”
And as I watched I cried in sorrow
Oh Lord I see his burdens are greater than mine

Tas,

How true. Each of us has some type of burden that we worry with, but no one has to look too far to see someone with one heavier. So true, so true.

Gloom, despair, and agony on me! (WOE!)

Deep, dark depression, excessive misery! (WOE!)

If it weren't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all. (WOE!)

Gloom, despair, and agony on me!

With ragged coat and rundown shoes

He shuffled up the street.

I watched him from the cafe from my warm and cozy seat.

My conscience bade me run outside in sympathetic zeal,

And lead him back inside the joint and buy the man a meal.

He ate in humble silence with a blank look on his face,

Drank several cups of coffee and got up and left the place.

I revelled in my goodness and allowed myself a gloat

Until the waitress told me that the bastard stole my coat!!!

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