Sweet mercy young up & gone & left me lonesome, what a melancholy habit a rolling stone has to roam, your hat is where your home is oh! for your sake all the hearts I would break
just for the reckoning what should I do to survive? Where should I go for sustenance? & how will it suffer No, it would not do to reply, there is no viable natures delight are worth a few bites so come under the canopys
casting the bones across the table again kiss the talisman, roll the wheel cast off the anchor & go sailing again tilt the rudder & turn the keel
carry on traveller cut loose your burden, & sit a while beside me circumstances collide you can't stop the tide steady advance what would you stake & wich wager forsake? for the plot is always thickening
casting the bones across the table again kiss the talisman, roll the wheel cast off the anchor & go sailing again tilt the rudder & turn the keel
1 for solace, 2 for courage 3 for protection on the voyage 4 for fortune, 5 for tomorrow 6 & 7 for loss & sorrow