Glory

Leavin’ from the water ain’t never easy

Takin’ to the city is harder still

Don’t forget your brothers

And don’t forsake your sisters

Because they will take you back when nobody will

You can have my money

And you can take my guitar

Just make sure you that use them and you use them well

Ain’t nothin’ wrong with ramblin’

Ain't nothin’ wrong with dyin’

Just make sure when you’re finished you got a story to tell

Take your painted pony and ride up on the hillside

And tell all of my loved ones that I’m glory bound

Take 16 pretty maidens with 16 pretty roses

Singing pretty to my darling as they lay me down