The Hard Road
Hilltop Hoods
Ebm
(início)
Abm Gb Db Abm Gb Db (Oh, just don't know) Abm (Well, I'm going down) Gb Db Going down the hard road Abm Gb Db (Just don't know) Don't know where I've been
Verse 1
Abm Gb Growing up, I needed a guide like a blind veteran's dog Db 'Cause I was going nowhere like a child's letters to God Abm Gb Though life's road was hard, I was never so lost Db That I looked for an answer in a medicine box Abm Gb I never did pop pills or cop deals, just rocked hills Db Kids with skills, still got harassed by cops 'til Abm Gb They'd have me in the back of a paddy, down to lock up Db Smack me, pat me down for a baggy, mums would rock up Abm Gb And bail me out, a failure out once again Db Next weekend, bail me out, drunk again Abm Gb And I never will forgive myself Db For putting you through all that hell Abm Gb I went from high school dropout to factory labourer Db Abm Slave to the clock until four, went from sleeping on the floor Gb 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 road Abm Gb Db (I just don't know) Don't know where I've been Abm I don't know where to go, it's like Gb Db Going down the hard road, down the hard road Abm Gb Db (I just don't know) Don't know where I've been
Verse 2
Abm Gb I spent my youth like life was cheap Db The only change that I wanted was enough to buy a drink Abm Gb Was on a path to nowhere, the harder the road Db The more broken baggage we carry, the larger the load Abm Gb This school dropout got knocked out, chased by the cops out Db Got clout, dumped by my girlfriend and locked out Abm Gb Been broke and beaten, even choked at being Db A dope MC but never lost hope in dreaming Abm Gb We used to thrash boosted cars 'til the engine'd fail Db If I never had bailed, maybe I'd be dead or in jail Abm Gb And man, I got no one else to blame Db I thank my family and music for keeping me sane Abm Gb But that's the breaks, right? Started working late nights Db Never seeing daylight, getting paid like a slave might Abm Gb And I've done too many years to miss 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 road Abm Gb Db (I just don't know) Don't know where I've been Abm I don't know where to go, it's like Gb Db Going down the hard road, down the hard road Abm Gb Db (I just don't know) Don't know where I've been DJ Debris, come on and break it down like
Interlude
Abm Db Abm N.C.
Verse 3
Abm Gb And I speak what I feel in the booth in the spirit of truth Db 'Cause all these kids that I meet, man, they mirror my youth Abm Gb And I could have gone the wrong way, the easy option Db Abm But I chose to go the long way, the streets is watching, so Gb Db So keep a look out, look up, B-Ballers keep your hook up Pull a page from my book out, and pull out Abm Gb Your finger, put your foot out and keep a lookout Db Abm For what we put out, the brand new flavour for your cookout, uh
Hook
Gb Db Going down the hard road, down the hard road Abm Gb Db (I just don't know) Don't know where I've been Abm I don't know where to go, it's like Gb Db Going down the hard road, down the hard road Abm Gb Db (I just don't know) Don't know where I've been
Outro
Abm Gb Db I'm walking round in circles Eb Bb Eb B Can't even find a friend Abm Woah, my love
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