4 + 20 (Live Version)

4 + 20 (Live Version) - Stephen Stills

Four and twenty years ago

I come into this life

The son of a woman and

A man who lived in strife

He was tired of bein' poor

And he wasn't into sellin' door to door

And he worked like the devil to be more

A different kind of poverty now upsets me so

Night after sleepless night

I walk the floor and want to know

Why am I so alone Where is my woman

Can I bring her home

Have I driven her away Is she gone

Mornin' comes the sunrise and

I'm driven to my bed

I see that it is empty and

There's devils in my head

I embrace the many colored beast

I grow weary of the torment

Can there be no peace

And I find myself just wishin'

That my life would simply decease