Searched in the West
For the riches that others were hoarding
Fortune is a blind god
Smiling in the breeze
And forgetting me on this side of Jordan
Take off your old coat
And roll up your sleeves
Life is a hard road to travel
I believe
Thunder in the dark clouds
Lightening in the trees
No shelter above my head afforded
Battered by the hailstones
Blinded by the breeze
That's my way of life this side of Jordan
Take off your old coat
And roll up your sleeves
Life is a hard road to travel
I believe
See that ragged owl
His tattered wings expanded
He's nailed to the doorway as a warning
So I'm minded by good folk
As an outlaw branded
Yet, I've hurt no one this side of Jordan
Up above an angel
Patching up our plunders
Our trials and troubles he's recording
Will I find a change there
Better times I wonder
When I reach the other side of Jordan
Take off your old coat
And roll up your sleeves
Life is a hard road to travel
I believe
Life is a hard road to travel