Willard Grant Conspiracy - Ballad Of John Parker lyrics

Down the rough road where the asphalt is split Stumbles a man down to his wits Brother oh brother what's left to regret Known by the way that he carries his load Early one morning in the warehouse of souls Digger was bent to carry the load Digger oh Digger what's left to reveal Known by the way that he carries the load I was a gambler and I was a king The world of sin was all my domain Now I am bent, broken and spent Known by the way that I carried the load A priest came along and said forty words Up from the ground rose a great bird Raven oh Raven why do you fly Known by the way he carries the load Known by the way he carries the load