I been up, I been down
I been lost, hoped I won't be found
Wandered west, Californ-I-A
Stopped off in New Orleans and Austin on the way
Singing songs, songs I wrote for you
Telling strangers on the streets about the things you put me through
Well, here I am, backs against the wall
Won't you listen to my pride before the fall?
I been low, I been high
I been drunk now seven days gone by
I been east, I been north
I've walked the line just a-dancing back and forth
And I've seen cold, and I've seen the fire
Here I am, just a black bird on a wire
Singing songs, songs I wrote for you
Telling strangers in the bars about the places I been to
Well, here I am, backs against the wall
Won't you listen to my pride before the fall?
Won't you listen to my pride before the fall?
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