We all got our burden to bear
Carry it everywhere
We all got our mountain to climb
To make it to the other side
When the road gets rough in the valley below
And there ain’t no end in sight
Drop down and take some time to lie
…With the

Old Pillow
That Old Pillow
Come lay those bones
By the old weeping willow
And sleep until Sunday morn

2
We all got our troubles too
Pouring out like a bottle of blues
We all got our letters to write
Before that well runs dry
When times are tough
On the lonely road
And there ain't no place to hide
Hold on its not too far to find
…Cover under that

Old Pillow
Old Pillow
Lay my bones
By the old weeping willow
And sleep until Sunday morn

3
We all got our lessons to learn
Tougher after every turn
We all got our battles to fight
‘Fore that bye and bye
When everywhere’s
In deep despair
And hope feels far behind
…Just in time for that

Old Pillow
Old Pillow
Lay my bones
By the old weeping willow
And sleep until Sunday morn