Broken Road -

Born again on a island of sale

He lived there six months

Too long

Only ten out of jail

He looked at me his eyes were haggard and pale

His skin was tarnished and torn

Just like a rusted old nail

Well some people pass through

This world with no pain

But Johnny mingled in its

Company again and again

He said he wanted to see

Paradise and travel so far

All he’d seen of it was standing

Hind' those ugly prison bars

So many people they come

Good people they come

From a broken road

So many good people they come

From a broken road

So many good people they come

Good people they come

They come and they go

Johnny hailed from the city

Of thieves

He’d cut his teeth down

Backwards alleys since 1973

He said he’d had trouble run

That was easy to see

He traveled East to West

Didn’t miss a single penitentiary

From the Bronx over to Queen’s

Down in South Jersey

I-95 to West Virginia

Well they caught up in Cincinnati

Crossed the Mason Dixon border

Kansas City, Oklahoma

The Devil on the shoulder of a

Good hearted man

Woah' can you out-run the

Weight of the world

The wight of the world

When it’s holding you down?

Woah can you out-last the pain

Of the fall, the pain of the fall

When you fall to the ground?

So many good people they

Come good people they come

From a broken road

So many good people they

Come good people they come

They come and they go