I'll take the hard road I believe I'll see you there In a cyclone of stones Wooden spikes in your hair Or maybe you'll resting Leaning up against a busted fence Pluck a bird from the coop Then we're back up on the hard road
We could sleep in a barn Bathe in a lake Steal the pipe The hungry dictate The steps that you take Along the hard road
And when winter comes We'll bottle some The nearest washing line And when summer comes It's almost impossible Not to have a good time Out on the hard road
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