It’s the quick-step march of history
The vanity of nations
It’s the way there’ll be no muffled drums
to mark the passage of my generation
It’s the children of my children
It’s the lambs born in innocence
It’s wondering if the good i know
will last to be seen by the eyes of the little ones
Sometimes it feels like bars of steel
I cannot bend with my hands
Oh – i worry too much
Somebody told me that i worry too much
Oh – i worry too much
Somebody told me that i worry too much
— Mark Heard (Last stanza and chorus of his song “Worry Too Much”)
(Buddy Miller did a great version in Universal United House of Prayer)
“Nobody leaves here ’till the sing the blues.”
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