Bearably Sad
I'm sad, yes, I'm sad
But I'm bearably sad
I'll wander the desert
I don't need no promised land
I don't need none
I don't need none
I don't need none, my Lord
And I followed a pillar of cloud in the day
And at night, some fire came down, and it lit my way
But I'll get along without it
I've made it this far
Yeah, years of eating manna can make a man so damn hard
And I'm sad, yes, I'm sad
But I'm bearably sad
I'll wander the desert
I don't need no promised land
I don't need none
I don't need none
I don't need none, my Lord
I don't need none
Writer/s: Kenneth Paul Boothby
