Next Year Union Sound Treaty

[Verse 1]
Goodbye, my friends
Oh time has passed us by
Lord, it makes me wanna laugh
And it makes me wanna cry
Oh the [?] me
[?] [crippled?] by the fear
[?] expectations
O Lord, where will I be next year?

[Chorus]
There isn't any bone in this heart of stone
Unbroken by these tears
As I wait by the side of the sorry sorry road
And watch all my friends go and disappear

[Verse 2]
Well, we rambled down to Arkansas
And we'll ramble to our last days
And we [?] on our families
No, they couldn't break our ways
Well, good luck, my brothers
I hope you find [you some?]
Of them pretty [?] women
Who'll hold you in their arms