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Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory I shall walk. The trail is dusty and my road it might be rough, but the better roads are waiting and boys it ain’t far off. Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk. I walked down by the valley, I turned my head up high. I saw that silver lining that was hanging in the sky. Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk. The evening dusk was rolling. I was walking down the track.
There was a one-way wind a-blowing and it was blowing at my back. Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk. The gravel road is bumpy, it’s a hard road to ride. But there’s a clearer road a-waiting with the cinders on the side. Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk. That evening train was rolling, the humming of it’s wheels. My eyes they saw a better day as I looked across the fields. Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk. The trail is dusty, the road it might be rough, but the good road is a-waiting and boys it ain’t far off. Trails of troubles, roads of battles, paths of victory we shall walk.
