The Hard Road
Hilltop Hoods
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Abm Gb Db Abm (Oh, just don't know)Gb DbAbm (Well, I'm going down)Gb Db Going down the hard roadAbm Gb (Just don't know) Don't know whereDb I've been [Verse 1] Growing up, I needed a guide likeAbm Gb a blind veteran's dogDb 'Cause I was going nowhere like a child's letters to GodAbm Though life's road was hard, I wasGb never so lostDb That I looked for an answer in a medicine boxAbm Gb I never did pop pills or cop deals, just rocked hillsDb Kids with skills, still got harassed by cops 'tilAbm They'd have me in the back of aGb paddy, down to lock upDb Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock upAbm Gb And bail me out, a failure out once againDb Next weekend, bail me out, drunk againAbm Gb And I never will forgive myselfDb For putting you through all that hellAbm I went from high school dropout toGb factory labourerDb Slave to the clock until four, wentAbm from sleeping on the floorGb To being out on tour, now, no stopping me N.C. Abm I'll finish with a bang like Kurt Cobain's biography, uh [Hook]Gb Db Going down the hard road, down the hard roadAbm (I just don't know) Don't knowGb Db where I've been I don't know where to go, it's likeAbmContinúa después del anuncioGb Db Going down the hard road, down the hard roadAbm (I just don't know) Don't knowGb Db where I've been [Verse 2]Abm Gb I spent my youth like life was cheapDb The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drinkAbm Gb Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the roadDb The more broken baggage we carry, the larger the loadAbm This school dropout got knockedGb out, chased by the cops outDb Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked outAbm Gb Been broke and beaten, even choked at beingDb A dope MC but never lost hope in dreamingAbm Gb We used to thrash boosted cars 'til the engine'd failDb If I never had bailed, maybe I'd be dead or in jailAbm Gb And man, I got no one else to blameDb I thank my family and music for keeping me saneAbm But that's the breaks, right?Gb Started working late nightsDb Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a slave mightAbm And I've done too many years to missGb this for my missus N.C. Abm To have to tell my son he nearly never existed, uh [Hook]Gb Db Going down the hard road, down the hard roadAbm (I just don't know) Don't knowGb Db where I've been I don't know where to go, it's likeAbmGb Db Going down the hard road, down the hard roadAbm (I just don't know) Don't knowGb Db where I've been DJ Debris, come on and break it down like [Interlude]Abm Db Abm N.C. [Verse 3]Abm And I speak what I feel in theGb booth in the spirit of truthDb 'Cause all these kids that I meet, man, they mirror my youthAbm And I could have gone the wrongGb way, the easy optionDb But I chose to go the long way, theAbm streets is watching, soGb So keep a look out, look up,Db B-Ballers keep your hook up Pull a page from my book out, and pull outAbm Gb Your finger, put your foot out and keep a lookoutDb For what we put out, the brand newAbm flavour for your cookout, uh [Hook]Gb Db Going down the hard road, down the hard roadAbm (I just don't know) Don't knowGb Db where I've been I don't know where to go, it's likeAbmGb Db Going down the hard road, down the hard roadAbm (I just don't know) Don't knowGb Db where I've been [Otro]Abm Gb Db I'm walking round in circlesEb Bb Eb B Can't even find a friendAbm Woah, my love
Composición: Claude Russell Bridges, Debris, Suffa y Pressure
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