Long Hard Road Lyrics

It's a Long Hard Road

It was three in the morning at Tammy's all night cafe

I was working a crossword without a crossword to say

A waitress named Lyla dropped a tray full of shots on the floor

The game was on cable but nobody knew the score

There were simple white angels dancing on the corner stage

And so I ordered a beer and started feeling twice my age

And as the pulse of the night grew thick and started slowing

She tapped me on the shoulder and asked me how it was going

I said

It's been a long hard, dusty, dirty, ain't been right since I was thirty

Winding, blinding, bumping and grinding journey through the arctic cold

It's been a black track, straight and narrow

Drinking with Jesus Christ and Clyde Barrow

Dreaming and scheming with a mind stuck in overload

It's been a long hard road

It was two in the morning at Sammy Rays Bar and Grill

After last call, that was all, not a chance for a thrill

A tropical night on the Bayou, scratching a poem

Seven hours had passed since I told her that I'd be right home

There were simple white angels floating around in the smoke

Paula Anne was telling her favorite ethnic joke

Like a fisherman losing his touch, I started rowing

When someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked me how it was going

I said

It's been a long hard, dusty, dirty, ain't been right since I was thirty

Winding, blinding, bumping and grinding journey through the arctic cold

It's been a black track, straight and narrow

Drinking with Jesus Christ and Clyde Barrow

Dreaming and scheming with a mind stuck in overload

It's been a long hard road

It was one in the morning at the three million-dollar saloon

My voice was too weak to speak or carry a tune

Over in the corner lady Jessica was answering a prayer

While she looked at the man underneath as if he wasn't there

There were simple white angels selling shots from a plastic tube

While the answers to life were trapped in a rubix cube

They've been stuck there since the wind gave up on blowing

And someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked me how it was going

I said

It's been a long hard, dusty, dirty, ain't been right since I was thirty

Winding, blinding, bumping and grinding journey through the arctic cold

It's been a black track, straight and narrow

Drinking with Jesus Christ and Clyde Barrow

Dreaming and scheming with a mind stuck in overload

It's been a long hard road

It was midnight mass and my rosary beads were sweating

I was praying for things that I'd finally given up on forgetting

The priest was burning incense and drinking sacramental wine

As I added up what I already knew was and wasn't mine

The simple white angels were smoking outside in the yard

Explaining to each other why flight school gets so hard

Up a creek with a paddle in the water that had given up flowing

Tapping God on the shoulder and asking him how it was going

I said

It's been a long hard, dusty, dirty, ain't been right since I was thirty

Winding, blinding, bumping and grinding journey through the arctic cold

It's been a black track, straight and narrow

Drinking with Jesus Christ and Clyde Barrow

Dreaming and scheming with a mind stuck in overload

It's been a long hard road