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( Bob Dylan )
The trail is dark and dusty
The road is kinda rough
But the clearer road up yonder
With the cinders on the side.
Trails of troubles
And your roads of battle,
They lead paths of victory
We shall walk
I walked down to the valley
Turned my head up high.
Seen that silver linin'
That was hangin' in the sky
Trails of troubles
And your roads of battle,
They lead paths of victory
We shall walk
The mountain was a movin'
The hummin' of its wheels,
Told me of the new day
it was coming across the fields
Trails of troubles
And your roads of battle,
They lead paths of victory
We shall walk
The gravel road is bumpy,
It's a hard old road to ride,
But the good road is a-waitin'
And the boys it ain't far off.
Trails of troubles
And your roads of battle,
They lead paths of victory
We shall walk
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