Texty

When there's a storm raging in your soul You gotta thank God that you're still growing old If them demons you're fighting won't go away Drop on your knees and pray Life can get hard sometimes, I know You got to get up and walk the straight and narrow When they're chasing you down with an old bloodhound And you're running through the fields for your life You got to get up, son, I know they're gunnin' for ya Don't let the thoughts of yesterday Crowd out the visions of today Don't let your past define your name We will all be judged the same someday Life can get hard sometimes, I know You got to get up and walk the straight and narrow When they're chasing you down with an old bloodhound And you're running through the fields for your life You got to get up, son, I know they're gunnin' for ya When they're chasing you down with an old bloodhound And you're running through the fields for your life You got to get up, son, I know they're gunnin' for ya
Writer(s): Samuel Robert Barber Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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