| As I Sit Here Wondering What My Fate Will Be, I Think | | | | So I Will Walk A Long Walk To The Train And Ask |
| About My Pockets Why Are They So Empty? | | | | For A Free Ride. |
| I Worked So Hard And Have No Money. The Future I | | | | To A Land Far Far Away Where I Can Live In Peace |
| Dreamed Of I will Not See. | | | | And Happiness From Day To Day. |
| Now I Am Lost Wondering What To Do Next. All I | | | | There Is No Turning Back Because I Have Nothing |
| Can Do Is Write This Text. | | | | Good Left Here, All There Is, Is poverty And Fear. |
| Words Can Not Describe All That I Feel, People This Is | | | | I Am Leaving Now On A Long Journey As I Shed A |
| Life And Its Real. | | | | Tear For A Place That To Me Was So Dear. |
| Should I Go Out To Rob And Steal? So I Can Buy My | | | | As I Say Good Bye To My Beloved Land I Wave To |
| next Meal? | | | | It With My Right Hand. |
| I Can Not Do That Because I Have Too Much Pride, | | | | |