HARD ROAD Oh, you are so the way I thought you would be. Ya come down like night fall, rise in the afternoon sun.
Dry winds blow through casino doors past the roosters and the turkeys in Reno.
Straight down six floors from the ninety cent breakfast in Vegas. You are a hard road, and I am a seeker. I can make it to the end. Once I lived in the streets so deep that my ankles and my legs were frozen. Then a Gulf Coast breeze blew by like smoke on the wind.