Long Hard Times To Come

Intro: E C E On this lonely road, trying to make it home Bm Em Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some E Bm I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy B You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard E On this lonely road, trying to make it home A Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some Em B E I see them long hard times to come verse 1: Em My life is ill son... prepared to kill son E A paradox of pain, baby; it's real son Em B Lonely traveler, aint trying to battle ya But if you're feeling tuff dog, I welcome all challengers E Aint got no family, you see there's one of me A Might lose your pulse standing two feet in front of me E B E 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 B I'm ready to go partner, hey I'm on the run G The devils hugging on my boots that's why I own a gun E This journey's too long, I'm looking for some answers A So much time stressing, I forget the questions Em Bm I fear no man, you don't want no problems 'B' E Eyes in the back of my head, you better not follow me [Refrão] E On this lonely road, trying to make it home Bm Em Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off who wants some E Bm I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy B You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard E On this lonely road, trying to make it home A Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some Em B E I see them long hard times to come verse 2: E You probably think I'm crazy, or got some loose screws But that's alright though--I'm a'do me, you do you B So how you judging me? I'm just trying to survive E And if the time comes, I aint trying to die A I'm just trying to fly, and get a little love Find me a dime piece and get a little hug B E 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 Em Bm I'm walking through life. but yo my feet hurt All my blessings are fed, man I'll rest when I'm dead E Look through my eyes and see the real world A Take a walk with me, have a talk with me E B Where we end up--god only knows E Strap your boots on tight you might be alright [Refrão] E On this lonely road, trying to make it home Bm Em Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some E Bm I'm fighting for my soul, God get at your boy B You try to bogart fall back I go hard E On this lonely road, trying to make it home A Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some Em B E I see them long hard times to come