Long Hard Road

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John T. Wurzer

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It's a Long Hard Road

It was three in the morning at Tammy's all night cafe
I was working a crossword without a crossword to say
A waitress named Lyla dropped a tray full of shots on the floor
The game was on cable but nobody knew the score
There were simple white angels dancing on the corner stage
And so I ordered a beer and started feeling twice my age
And as the pulse of the night grew thick and started slowing
She tapped me on the shoulder and asked me how it was going

I said
It's been a long hard, dusty, dirty, ain't been right since I was thirty
Winding, blinding, bumping and grinding journey through the arctic cold
It's been a black track, straight and narrow
Drinking with Jesus Christ and Clyde Barrow
Dreaming and scheming with a mind stuck in overload
It's been a long hard road

It was two in the morning at Sammy Rays Bar and Grill
After last call, that was all, not a chance for a thrill
A tropical night on the Bayou, scratching a poem
Seven hours had passed since I told her that I'd be right home
There were simple white angels floating around in the smoke
Paula Anne was telling her favorite ethnic joke
Like a fisherman losing his touch, I started rowing
When someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked me how it was going

I said
It's been a long hard, dusty, dirty, ain't been right since I was thirty
Winding, blinding, bumping and grinding journey through the arctic cold
It's been a black track, straight and narrow
Drinking with Jesus Christ and Clyde Barrow
Dreaming and scheming with a mind stuck in overload
It's been a long hard road

It was one in the morning at the three million-dollar saloon
My voice was too weak to speak or carry a tune
Over in the corner lady Jessica was answering a prayer
While she looked at the man underneath as if he wasn't there
There were simple white angels selling shots from a plastic tube
While the answers to life were trapped in a rubix cube
They've been stuck there since the wind gave up on blowing
And someone tapped me on the shoulder and asked me how it was going

I said
It's been a long hard, dusty, dirty, ain't been right since I was thirty
Winding, blinding, bumping and grinding journey through the arctic cold
It's been a black track, straight and narrow
Drinking with Jesus Christ and Clyde Barrow
Dreaming and scheming with a mind stuck in overload
It's been a long hard road

It was midnight mass and my rosary beads were sweating
I was praying for things that I'd finally given up on forgetting
The priest was burning incense and drinking sacramental wine
As I added up what I already knew was and wasn't mine
The simple white angels were smoking outside in the yard
Explaining to each other why flight school gets so hard
Up a creek with a paddle in the water that had given up flowing
Tapping God on the shoulder and asking him how it was going

I said
It's been a long hard, dusty, dirty, ain't been right since I was thirty
Winding, blinding, bumping and grinding journey through the arctic cold
It's been a black track, straight and narrow
Drinking with Jesus Christ and Clyde Barrow
Dreaming and scheming with a mind stuck in overload
It's been a long hard road

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