Some folks' lives roll easy as a breeze,
   Drifting through a summer night,
   Heading for a sunny day.
  
   But most folks' lives,
   Oh, they stumble,
   Lord, they fall through no fault of their own.
  
   Most folks never catch their stars,
   And here I am Lord,
   I'm knocking at your place of bus'ness;
   I know I ain't got no bus'ness here,
   But you said if I ever got so low I was busted,
   You could be trusted.
  
   Some folks' lives roll easy,
   Some folks' lives never roll at all,
   Oh, they just fall,
   They just fall,
   Some folks' lives.