G Trying to make myself a man [Verse]Am D Left home when I was seventeenG Had my first love the next yearAm D But she proved to be unfaithfulG So I have cried my tears [Verse]Am D I can't understand whyG I left my home that dayAm D I only know that I'm going backG But I can't pay my way [Chorus]Am D Now my feet, they're so wearyG And my legs can't seem to standAm D I've been headed down this broad highwayG Trying to make myself a man [Instrumental] G Am D G x2 [Verse]Am D Ain't got the money for a cup of coffeeG I ain't got money for no foodAm D Last town that I travelled throughG The people there said I were no good [Chorus]Am D Now my feet, they're so weary, lord___G And my legs can't seem to standAm D Maybe the next town I'm headed forG They'll try and understand
My Feet Are So Weary
B.W. Stevenson
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