Thistles and Thorns


"Man, life sometimes can be so hard"
His friend, "Sho' nuff, like the sufferin' sometimes doesn't seem to end"
"Lest not til they put you in that box"
His friend, "You still be catchin' the blues even then"
"How so, my dearest bro'?"
His friend, "The devil still be spittin' on you"
"That's right, accusing you of all the things you used to do"
His friend, "He just keep pickin' at you wit dem horns"
"Oh yeah, from the moment you die til the minute you're reborn"
His friend, "I thank God for my sweet Jesus every morn"
"Amen, He rose up from that bed of thistles and thorns"

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