I've no call to be, for the Almighty hasn't blessed me with any special gifts.

You're different.

It would be a shame to you if you didn't look high, for you're a young man with all the world before you.

I'm getting middle-aged and I haven't done anything to be proud of yet, and I reckon I won't get the chance, and if I did I couldn't take advantage of it.
I'm pretty fond of the old country, and if she wants me, why, she's only got to say so and I'll do what she tells me.

But I don't see any clear road I want to travel.