LAB-J1 - Hard Road To Ride

It's a hard,
Hard road to ride, my friend…
When you're not.
Quite sure what's at the end…
And there's no real.
Time to make amend…
But it's hard.
A hard road to ride, my friend.
I'm turnin' out of Philly,
Through Quakertown to Scranton City,
Wanna make it into Kingston Town by ten…
I know where I'll find you,
I'll follow the whiskey,
The bar tabs, the beer and the men.
And I'll beg you to leave it, to come home to Philly
To stay with our fam in the den,
But I know how you'll take it, and throw it, and break it,
And you'll laugh and sing our song all over again.
It's a hard,
Hard road to ride, my friend…
When you're not.
Quite sure what's at the end…
And there's no real.
Time to make amend…
But it's hard.
A hard road to ride, my friend.
I still think of Fairmount, the first day I met you
I couldn't remember your name,
I knew where to find you but not how to win you,
I gave it a shot just the same.
But we never quite found it, You never quite made it,
And we never knew quite who to blame.
It's a hard,
Hard road to ride, my friend…
When you're not.
Quite sure what's at the end…
And there's no real.
Time to make amend…
But it's hard.
A hard road to ride, my friend.
It's hard, oh yeh it's hard.
Look it's hard. Don't touch it when it's hard.

Written by:
Jeremy Ford

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