I was a cowboy on the northern range Followed the code mister sun or rain Spent my nights by the campfire light Nothing with hair that I couldn't ride I grew older sir tired and poor Bought me a guitar and I learned me some chords I grabbed my saddle and I headed south There ain't no gold left in this hard town
Still something missing sir in my life So I took an East Coast girl for my wife She works hard does the best she can Putting food on the table for her guitar man Straight out of Sunday school she cries sometimes Trying hard to love me through the smoke-filled lies but she's Always there 'til the bars close down There ain't no soul left in this hard town
Chorus: Well I've stood in the doorway of this wanderlust Settled down at the crossroads where its bank or bust Searched the yellow pages and the one thing I've found There ain't no hope left in this hard town There ain't no soul left in this hard town
They told me this was like the Promised Land But there ain't no spare change for blue-collar hands How am I to measure mister what I'm worth "I'm sorry son we just don't have the work." Can't hold a job if you're holding a dream That's what that homeless man he said to me "Survival or betrayal is what it's all about and there ain't a dime left in this hard town (chorus)
Some nights I lie awake and hold her tight See what I've done to her and apologize Throw a prayer to the ceiling and I ask the Lord How I ended up here with an East Coast girl I'll tell her of a place I used to know Long summer days and high mountain snow I've got some good friends up there still around And there ain't no pride left in this hard town (chorus)
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Compositor: Christopher Daniel Ryden ECAD: Obra #28977480