Letra de The Hard Road
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 be resting Leaning up against a busted fence Pluck a burr from your coat Then we're back up on the hard roadWe could sleep in a barn Bathe in a lake Steal a pie That hunger dictateThe steps we take Along the hard roadAnd when winter comes We'll borrow from The nearest washing line And when summer comes It's almost impossible Not to have a good time Out on the hard road