Oh, you are so
the way I thought you would be.
You 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
You are a hard road,
I am a seeker.
How long, old friend,
can you hold out?
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.
I followed that smoke,
just a man and a ghost
out drifting through the west.
Didn't need no map to tell which way I was going.
REFRAIN (You are a hard road...)