Last Hard Town 歌词

Woke up on a bus and heard the driver say friend fill it up with No 2 Wondered where I was and wondered what today would be Demanding me to do It's not for me the last cause I'm just goin' where life's sendin' me I guess The thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks in the last hard town we met. I sat pickin' on my guitar till I saw the new sun comin' through the skies Ain't it funny how the truth is sometimes written on an artificial high Carry water from the well until you know that all the children are refreshed The thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks in the last hard town we met. We were drinking too much yesterday nobody's ever told us what's enough The ones that we should've prayed for more than likely Were the ones we had to cuss They applauded as we killed ourselves but angels don't have Bourbon on their breath The thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks in the last hard town we met. --- Instrumental --- They came to see the people that they thought we were and never Changed their minds They explained away that difference cause the folks who love a picker Can be blind They misunderstood the words but understood that our intentions Were the best The thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks in the last hard town we met. What a picker does for others is the thing he's mainly doing for himself There were friends and there were neighbors But the good homes that we came from didn't help If there's anything you'd like to say about us after we have gone to rest We would like someone to mention All the good folks in the last hard town we met...