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 resting

Leaning up against a busted fence

Pluck a bird from the coop

Then we're back up on the hard roadWe could sleep in a barn

Bathe in a lake

Steal the pipe

The hungry dictate

The steps that you take

Along the hard roadAnd 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