Lyrics

Back there, things got ugly And heartless to boot I don't quite recall the details But I got blood on my suit The blackest hour In the blackest country Is right before the dawn But nobody seems to be travelling This road that I'm on Nobody wants to be travelling This road that I'm on Tired of looking for shelter To long out in the cold Out among the wasters and stateless And the bought and the sold The blackest hour In the blackest country Is right before the dawn But nobody seems to be travelling This road that I'm on Nobody wants to be travelling This road that I'm on Nobody wants to be travelling This road that I'm on Love never made good a sinner Or turned a saint Luck never made me a winner But a loser I ain't The blackest hour In the blackest country Is right before the dawn But nobody seems to be travelling This road that I'm on Nobody wants to be travelling This road that I'm on Nobody wants to be travelling This road that I'm on