This is Chris Jones and the Night Drivers playing at Mickey's Moutian, Bluegrass in the hills. I have no rights of this song.
Chris Jones guitar, lead and baritone vocals
Ned Luberecki banjo
Mark Stoffel mandolin
Jon Weisberger bass
LYRICS:
You know life's troubles they'll come to call
Uninvited, with no word at all
Your walls start crumbling all around
In the darkness you reach out for solid ground
So you've been handed too much to bear
You've got no words, just a silent prayer
Then you find strength you never knew
You journey on, it's what you do
You don't know how but you'll be fine
Drawing deep from that well divine
And though the pain may stay with you
You'll walk that rugged road
It's what you do
I said goodbye to my flesh and blood
Grief was a hailstorm, a mighty flood
Embraced by loved ones, still all alone
The life I once knew had come and gone
In war-torn lands, behind prison bars
are greater burdens and deeper scars
Through spirit strong, somehow they too
Will face the dawn, it's what you do
You don't know how, but you'll be fine
Drawing deep from that well divine
And though the pain may stay with you
You'll walk that rugged road
It's what you do
It's what you do
It's what you do
It's what you do
It's what you do
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