Tuning: E A D G B E

For beginners, transpose -4 and put a capo on the 4th fret. [Intro] |Abm |Gb |Db | | x2 [Hook]

^Abm ^Gb ^Db (Oh, just don't kn^Abmow) ^Gb ^Db (Well, I'm going do^Abmwn) Go^Gbing down ^Dbthe hard road (Just don't ^Abmknow) Don't know wh^Gbere I've b^Dbeen

[Verse 1]

Growing up, I needed a guide like^Abm a blind veteran's do^Gbg 'Cause I was going ^Dbnowhere like a child's letters to God Though life's ^Abmroad was hard, I was ^Gbnever so lost That I ^Dblooked for an answer in a medicine box I never ^Abmdid pop pills or cop ^Gbdeals, just rocked hills Ki^Dbds with skills, still got harassed by cops 'til They'd ^Abmhave me in the back of a pad^Gbdy, down to lock up S^Dbmack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up And ^Abmbail me out, a fail^Gbure out once again Next ^Dbweekend, bail me out, drunk again And I ^Abmnever will forgive ^Gbmyself For ^Dbputting you through all that hell I went from ^Abmhigh school dropout to ^Gbfactory labourer S^Dblave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the ^Abmfloor To being out on t^Gbour, now, no stopping me N.C. Abm I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobain's biography, uh

[Hook]

Go^Gbing down ^Dbthe hard road, down the hard road (I just don't ^Abmknow) Don't know wh^Gbere I've b^Dbeen I don't know where to go, it's like ^Abm Go^Gbing down ^Dbthe hard road, down the hard road (I just don't ^Abmknow) Don't know wh^Gbere I've b^Dbeen

[Verse 2]

I spent my ^Abmyouth like life was che^Gbap The only change that I ^Dbwanted was enough to buy a drink Was on a ^Abmpath to nowhere, the ^Gbharder the road The more ^Dbbroken baggage we carry, the larger the load This school dro^Abmpout got knocked out, cha^Gbsed by the cops out Go^Dbt clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out Been ^Abmbroke and beaten, even ch^Gboked at being A dope ^DbMC but never lost hope in dreaming We used to ^Abmthrash boosted cars '^Gbtil the engine'd fail If I nev^Dber had bailed, maybe I'd be dead or in jail And man, I ^Abmgot no one else ^Gbto blame I thank my ^Dbfamily and music for keeping me sane But that's the ^Abmbreaks, right? Started working ^Gblate nights Never seeing ^Dbdaylight, getting paid like a slave might And I've ^Abmdone too many years to m^Gbiss this for my missus N.C. Abm To have to tell my son he nearly never existed, uh

[Hook]

DJ Debris, come on and break it down like [Interlude]

^AbmAbm ^DbN.C.

[Verse 3]

And I speak what I ^Abmfeel in the booth in the s^Gbpirit of truth 'Cause all these ^Dbkids that I meet, man, they mirror my youth And I ^Abmcould have gone the wrong way, the ^Gbeasy option But I ^Dbchose to go the long way, the streets is watching, so ^Abm So keep a look out, ^Gblook up, B-Ballers keep your ^Dbhook up

Pull a page from my book out, and pull out

Your ^Abmfinger, put your foot out^Gb and keep a lookout For what we ^Dbput out, the brand new flavour for your cookout, uh ^Abm

[Hook]

[Outro]

^Abm I'm walking ^Gbround in ci^Dbrcles ^Eb Can't even f^Bbind a fri^Ebend ^B Woah, my love^Abm

Hilltop Hoods - The hard road