Words on the street,
you're in trouble again
May the good Lord defend you
You're on your own
All the king's horses, all the king's men
We've done our best trying to mend you
You're on your own
On
your own
Well,
the field's full of dust and the merchant wants his pay
Say goodbye to the farm You're on your own
Maybe I'm pulling out
while I can still say
That I wish you no harm
And mean it
You're on your own
Not
a thing I can do for you
Even if I wanted to
And I
don't want to no more
You sure it's freezing out there today?
The chimney tops are burning You're on your own
Maybe the next hardest thing
to being turned away
Is having to do the turning Believe me
You're on
your own
This time
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