to play with the album recording, add a capo on the first fret. I was a child when I left home. I wandered blindly until I roamed. While others have secrets I have none. Now I’m too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble Too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble Bitter the fruit, withered the vine Long gone the virgin who danced 'til she died Now I’m here in the valley, hidden from light Too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble And I'm too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble interlude: Too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak, to ramble Too low to get up, too weak to try Too drunk to stagger,too gone to lie Now I always told myself I'd make it out of here alive But I’m too weak, too weak, too weak, too weak to ramble Yeah I'm took weak, too weak, too weak, too weak to ramble