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http://www.fredeaglesmith.com/ Lyrics copied from Kent Archibald
The gravel Cflies, up off the Amtires Last night I Fcaught, my baby Glyin' She said that she Cloved me, said she'd be Amtrue I turned Faround and she had Gfound somebody new I could have Ctook it, I would've Amtried But hey she Fwouldn't Geven tell me why
(CHORUS)
And there Amain't no easy Croad It doesn't Ammatter who you are or who you Cknow Listen Amson, there's just Fone thing I Gknow There ain't no easy Croad
I couldn't believe, my very eyes Out on the street with some other guy I made a scene, the coppers came Threw me in jail I told them I was not to blame They called my sister, took home my van She just said mister I hoped that you would know by now (CHORUS) The whistle wails, the train rolls on I guess I'll go back to where I come from To where my Daddy sits, on a little porch On a little farm in a little town that they call Jericho He always told me, son you should know The walls always tumble down (CHORUS)