Roots Music Report

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Lyrics

These days are like lightning
Movin’ fast
Fast with a heavy load
Wake up to diesel groans and
Cigarettes
Another concrete lot a thousand miles from home

It’s kinda hard to keep your wits
When the hard days come
On days like this

You say I’m easy
I work too cheap but
What’s a man to do?
Oceans of people
Losin’ sleep
Everybody’s tryin to make it
I’m tryin’ to make it through

You blink twice and the world goes by
Nobody cares ‘bout the money when they die
You got to try to be kind
Try to be kind
That’s all you can take to the other side…
But it’s kinda hard

Been from Virginia to the
Pacific Beach this
Bad luck is everywhere
But the rich ain’t better they’re just
Clever thieves
It takes ninety-nine peasants to make a millionaire

Pass up the cheap motel
Put a little money in the tank
Forget the keys to the house
Send ‘em back to the bank