Pity a man, for he don't know, the trouble he'll pass
going down life's road
verse 1
When a man is one and twenty, he thinks he knows it all;
He can't see down the road of life where he'll ever fall.
But fall he will, as he travels through life. With all it's
pitfalls, troubles and strife.
Now, at fifty, he's going real strong. He has him a family
and a nice little home; But old age is creepin' up his spine,
and the day is comin' when the sun won't shine.
Now, at sixty, he won't have to guess; He's already missed
the boat that leads to success; But he's done his best
and he can't see why, the fame of life just passed him by.
Now at seventy, he can see the light and he knows he's never
been very bright. But he's done his best as he's traveled by
and now, all he can do is to sit and sigh.
( sung )
Pity a man, for he don't know, the trouble he'll pass
going down life's road.
verse 2
Now at eighty, he's ready for the reath. He's wore out his hair
and two sets of teeth; He has rheumatism in his hands and feet,
and nothin' seems good to eat. So you can pity him as he goes
up the line. As he wobbles on the spindle and he's almost blind.
And you can tell by the way that he travels alone, that it won't be
long before he's goin' home. But if he's kept the commandments
as he's traveled through life, he'll have a home in Heaven
where there'll be no strife. He's worked all his life to get
things the way he wants them; He comes here against his will
and he goes away disappointed.