Long Black Road Into Tulsa Town

Intro: I got a world of trouble in mind, the pilgrim said Need something to believe in, or someone to be I got a mountain of worries just piling up inside my head It's a curse of the worst kind for a dreamer like me So he climbed up alone on the Turkey Mountain Ridge He looked out at the people on the plain He saw god that night in the sleepy river and the city lights But he felt like a loser just the same Woah, woah, states of misery States of grace Trouble and joy on a young man's face Swing low sweet chariot Take me down That long black road into Tulsa town "Well, I gotta roll these tumbling dice again", he sighed "Leave it up to good fortune and the draw and the deal. I gotta put my life out on that table and just let it ride Slip away from these hounds of love that nip at my heels" But over on the back porch, in the early morning rain Sits a girl with a mirror in her smile Insubstantial as the summer breeze, as it disappears into the trees But she holds his eye for a little while Woah, woah, states of misery States of grace Trouble and joy on a young man's face Swing low sweet chariot Take me down That long black road into Tulsa town Instrumental: