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lonely road


too much time thinking about all of my mistakes
my heart, my mind, my soul, my body ache
a hunger for, the loving arms of your embrace
i walk along the lonely road

i walk along the lonely road
my back is strong, girl
i carry the load
all the grinding time i pay the debt that's owed
i walk along the lonely road

too much time thinking about everything that went wrong
i cry my eyes out every time i hear your song
i hope this path brings me back where i belong
i walk along the lonely road

i walk along the lonely road
my back is strong, girl
i carry the load
all the grinding time i pay the debt that's owed
i walk along the lonely road

too much pride, for me to up and take the blame
weep inside girl it's killing me with pain
every night, i sleep i call your name
i walk along the lonely road

i walk along the lonely road
my back is strong girl
i carry the load
all the grinding time i pay the debt that's owed
i walk along the lonely road
i walk along the lonely road
my back is strong girl
i carry the load
all the grinding time i pay the debt that's owed
i walk along the lonely road

what it's like

we've all seen a man at the liquor store beggin' for your change
the hair on his face is dirty, dread-locked, and full of mange
he asks the man for what he could spare, with shame in his eyes
"get a job you fucking slob," is all he replies
god forbid you ever had to walk a mile in his shoes
'cause then you really might know what it's like to sing the blues

then you really might know what it's like (what it's like)
then you really might know what it's like

mary got pregnant from a kid named tom who said he was in love
he said, "don't worry about a thing, baby doll
i'm the man you've been dreaming of."
but 3 months later he say he won't date her or return her calls
and she swears, "god damn, if find that man i'm cuttin' off his balls."
and then she heads for the clinic and
she gets some static walking through the door
they call her a killer, and they call her a sinner
and they call her a whore
god forbid you ever had to walk a mile in her shoes
'cause then you really might know what it's like to have to choose

then you really might know what its like

i've seen a rich man beg
i've seen a good man sin
i've seen a tough man cry
i've seen a loser win
and a sad man grin
i've heard an honest man lie
i've seen the good side of bad
and the downside of up
and everything between
i've licked the silver spoon
drank from the golden cup
and smoked the finest green
i've stroked the fattest dimes at least a couple of times
before i broke their heart
you know where it ends, yo, it usually depends on where you start

i knew this kid named max
he used to get fat stacks out on the corner with drugs
he liked to hang out late
he liked to get shit-faced and keep the pace with thugs
until late one night there was a big gun fight and max lost his head
he pulled out his chrome.45, talked some shit, and wound up dead
now his wife and his kids are caught in the midst of all of this pain
you know it crumbles that way
at least that's what they say when you play the game
god forbid you ever had to wake up to hear the news
'cause then you really might know what it's like to have to lose

then you really might know what it's like...
then you really might know what it's like...
then you really might know what it's like...to have the blues