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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