Из альбома: Cass County
Common as dirt, as old as sin
The road to ruin, again and again
Oh, how many dreams have bloomed and died
Too much pride
How many heavens are hopelessly lost?
How many tender loves has vanity cost?
Lord, help the soul that can’t be satisfied
Too much pride
You don’t have to be right all the time
You can’t go on with all of these axes to grind
So why don’t you lighten up and let it ride?
Too much pride
Empires rise and empires fall
Stick around here long enough, you’ll see it all
Now it looks like it’s gone nationwide
Too much pride
Some people tell you it’s a good thing
Some people tell you it’s a sin
Just like a weed in the garden
You’re askin' for trouble if you let it in Now, it looks like it’s gone nationwide
Too much pride
It’s the oldest form of suicide
Too much pride