Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
I'm a man, without a witness
no one to hold me to my task
along these streets i travel lightly
no one to answer not to ask
I've found no comfort in this city
just a place for me to hide
when all the hiders and the seekers
They all lay coldly on there sides
so i will travel in the morning
to where my journey first began
back to the land that bore my father
the badlands just can't be my home
Here they serve a puppet king
he bows to his own thrown
and if ever there was one good thing
that kept this place alive
well it's gone, it's gone
my thoughts have never left you darling
the morning sun on your sweet face
and how the darkness held my promiss
to come back home to you one day
so i will travel in the morning
to where my journey first began
back to the land that bore my father
the badlands just can't be my home
the badlands just can't be my home