Well you bury your thumbs deep in your pocket
And for your humor you've seen to lost it
For you've been kicked out on the street
Like a dog without a name
And lord it's happened a hundred times, but this time just don't feel the same
And when you talk your speech is so slurred
It's so bad no one can make out a word
So they say god bless you
And manage to work up a smile
And lord it's happened a hundred times, it just hasn't happened in a while
But I guess it's a hard life
Walking in your shoes
But I guess it's hard to beat a man
Who has nuthin' to lose
And you walk side by side with the delinquents
Who manage to keep there footsteps out of sequence
While you boast about how you work so hard
And it's happened a hundred times, it's just never gone this far
But I guess it's a hard life
Walking in your shoes
But I guess it's hard to beat a man
Who had nuthin' to lose
Yes be fearful of a man
Who's always singing the blues