Hard Out Here - A.C.T.

Well, after all these years of running 'round

Always flying high and fallin' down

I gotta get back to the way I was

Gonna turn it all 'round just because

And everybody’s talkin' about the shape I’m in

They say «boy, you ain’t a poet, just a drunk with a pen.»

All over and over, again and again

Lord, they don’t know about the places I’ve been

It gets hard out here

I know it don’t look it

I used to have heart, but the highway took it

The game was right, but the deal was crooked

Lord, I’ll make it perfectly clear, it gets hard out here

I guess there must be something I’m missing

My momma told me I should’ve gone into easy listenin'

Going with the band 'cause I thought it was cool

Oh, good Lord, I should’ve gone back to school

Oh, pretty darlin', it’ll be OK

You know, one of these days I’m gonna take you away

She said, «oh, sweet daddy, you’re probably right

You know we might get lucky, but it won’t be tonight»

It gets hard out here

I know it don’t look it

I used to have heart, but the highway took it

The game was right, but the deal was crooked

Lord, I’ll make it perfectly clear

It gets hard out here

I know it don’t seem it

I said I tried, but I never did mean it

Nobody’s listening so we mine as well scream it

Oh, God, we’re all outta beer

It gets hard out here!!!