Roll the Barrel
Whatcha doing my friend ...
oh, putting all your troubles in a barrel
Once they're packed in, what will you do ...
oh, roll them down that dim, bumpy road
What happens when you reach the road's end ...
oh, toss them into the raging river down below
Wait ... don't tell me;
I know what's gonna happen next,
now I see why you stay so vexed
When you get back home, there's gonna be
more new problems stacked up like coal
Relief is brief ... lasting only temporarily,
when there's always another barrel to roll
Seems he was born with a Sisyphus soul
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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