Long Hard Times To Come Lyrics - Singles - Gangstagrass

On this lonely road, trying to make it home 

Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some 

I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy 

You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard 

On this lonely road, trying to make it home 

Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some 

I see them long hard times to come 

Verse 1: 

My life is ill son... prepared to kill son 

A paradox of pain, baby; it's real son 

Lonely traveler, aint trying to battle ya 

But if you're feeling tuff dog, I welcome all challengers 

Aint got no family, you see there's one of me 

Might lose your pulse standing two feet in front of me 

I'm pissed at the world, but I aint looking for trouble 

I might crack a grin, I aint looking to hug you 

Think about it, nobody wants to die 

There's rules to this game son, I'm justified 

I'm ready to go partner, hey I'm on the run 

The devils hugging on my boots that's why I own a gun 

This journey's too long, I'm looking for some answers 

So much time stressing, I forget the questions 

I fear no man, you don't want no problems 'B' 

Eyes in the back of my head, you better not follow me 

[Chorus] 

On this lonely road, trying to make it home 

Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off who wants some 

I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy 

You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard 

On this lonely road, trying to make it home 

Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some 

I see them long hard times to come 

Verse 2: 

You probably think I'm crazy, or got some loose screws 

But that's alright though--I'm a'do me, you do you 

So how you judging me? I'm just trying to survive 

And if the time comes, I aint trying to die 

I'm just trying to fly, and get a little love 

Find me a dime piece and get a little hug 

Hook the car up--hit the bar up--clean the scars up--hey yo, the stars up 

Hey this is the life of an outlaw 

We aint promised tomorrow--I'm living now, dog 

I'm walking through life. but yo my feet hurt 

All my blessings are fed, man I'll rest when I'm dead 

Look through my eyes and see the real world 

Take a walk with me, have a talk with me 

Where we end up--god only knows 

Strap your boots on tight you might be alright 

[Chorus] 

On this lonely road, trying to make it home 

Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some 

I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy 

You try to bogart fall back I go hard 

On this lonely road, trying to make it home 

Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some 

I see them long hard times to come