The Price - The SteelDrivers

Cold, dark, lonesome

Dead of night

Things gone so wrong

Can’t get right

In the darkness

Hear the sound

Of a world that’s

Upside down

Mercy ain’t got no judgment

Justice got a rag tied around her eyes

Ought to be tears rolling down her face

At the blind tryin to lead the blind

Rich man rolls the dice

Poor man pays the price

Only hurts to

Think of home

Makes it hard to

Be alone

Every moment

Of a day

Trouble standing

In my way