Toy Caldwell
Can't You See
Gonna' take a freight train down at the station, lord
I don't care where it goes
Gonna' climb a mountain, the highest mountain
I'll jump off, nobody gonna know
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{Refrain}
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman, she been doin' to me
Can't you see, can't you see
What that woman, she been doin' to me
I'm gonna' find me a hole in the wall
I'm gonna' crawl inside and die
Come a lady now, a mean old woman, lord
Never told me goodbye
{Refrain}
I'm gonna' buy a ticket now, as far as I can
I ain't never comin' back
But let us begin. Now the trumpet summons us again – not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need – not as a call to battle, though embattled we are – but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, “rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation”- a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease and war itself.