Long Hard Times To Come

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[Chorus]
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On this lonely road, trying to make it home

Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some
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I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
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You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard
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On this lonely road, trying to make it home
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Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some
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I see them long hard times to come

[Verse 1]
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My life is ill son... prepared to kill son
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A paradox of pain, baby; it's real son
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Lonely traveler, aint trying to battle ya
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But if you're feeling tuff dog, I welcome all challengers
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Aint got no family, you see there's one of me
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Might lose your pulse standing two feet in front of me
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I'm pissed at the world, but I aint looking for trouble
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I might crack a grin, I aint looking to hug you
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Think about it, nobody wants to die
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There's rules to this game son, I'm justified
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I'm ready to go partner, hey I'm on the run
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The devils hugging on my boots that's why I own a gun
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This journey's too long, I'm looking for some answers
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So much time stressing, I forget the questions
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I fear no man, you don't want no problems 'B'
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Eyes in the back of my head, you better not follow me

[Chorus]
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On this lonely road, trying to make it home
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Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off who wants some
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I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
B
You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard
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On this lonely road, trying to make it home
A
Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some
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I see them long hard times to come

[Verse 2]
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You probably think I'm crazy, or got some loose screws

But that's alright though--I'm a'do me, you do you

So how you judging me? I'm just trying to survive
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And if the time comes, I aint trying to die
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I'm just trying to fly, and get a little love
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Find me a dime piece and get a little hug
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Hook the car up--hit the bar up--clean the scars up--hey yo, the stars up

Hey this is the life of an outlaw

We aint promised tomorrow--I'm living now, dog
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I'm walking through life. but yo my feet hurt
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All my blessings are fed, man I'll rest when I'm dead
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Look through my eyes and see the real world
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Take a walk with me, have a talk with me
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Where we end up--god only knows
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Strap your boots on tight you might be alright

[Chorus]
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On this lonely road, trying to make it home
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Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some
E
I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
B
You try to bogart fall back I go hard
E
On this lonely road, trying to make it home
A
Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some
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I see them long hard times to come