On the way to Fredericksburg, saw a ray while in Loewen, I love her song, I love her song,
I heard her song outside of St. Paris, reminds me of an old friend, cried another tear,
and I asked for forgiveness again, standing alone, but I'm still standing,
never knocked me down, never counted me out,
ten feet ten, but I'm still standing,
making my mark in the dirt until my time runs out,
foot stained on the floor, the smell of molasses in the air,
ain't the place I want to be, but I'm really glad to be there,
a trio playing Willie, a block or two away,
a beautiful sounding melody, a poetic Kansas thing,
standing alone, but I'm still standing,
never knocked me down, never counted me out,
ten feet ten, but I'm still standing,
making my mark in the dirt until my time runs out,
music
standing alone, but I'm still standing,
never knocked me down, never counted me out,
ten feet ten, but I'm still standing,
making my mark in the dirt until my time runs out,
people come and go, and at times you find a friend,
others fade away, like a straw in the wind,
happy for what I've got, and I'm happy for what I gain,
but you gotta keep on reaching, or you're already in the grave,
standing alone, but I'm still standing,
never knocked me down, never counted me out,
ten feet ten, but I'm still standing,
making my mark in the dirt until my time runs out,
making my mark in the dirt until my time runs out,
making my mark in the dirt until my time runs out,
music