Tom T. Hall – Last Hard Town (Guitar)

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Woke up on the bus and heard the driver say, "Friend, fill it up with No. 2"

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Wondered where I was and wondered what today would be demanding me to do

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It's not for me to ask 'cause I'm just going where life's sending me, I guess

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The thing that keeps us going is the good folks in the last hard town we met

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I sat picking on my guitar 'til I saw the new sun coming through the sky

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Ain't it funny how the truth is sometimes written on an artificial high?

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Carry water from the well until you know that all the children are refreshed

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The thing that keeps us going is the good folks in the last hard town we met

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We were drinking too much yesterday, nobody's ever told us what's enough

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The ones we should've prayed for more than likely were the ones we had to cuss

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They applauded as we killed ourselves, but angels don't have bourbon on their breath

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The thing that keeps us going is the good folks in the last hard town we met

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They came to see the people that they thought we were and never changed their minds

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They explained the way that difference caused the folks who love a picker can be blind

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They misunderstood the words, but understood that our intentions were the best

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The thing that keeps us going is the good folks in the last hard town we met

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What a picker does for others is the thing he's mainly doing for himself

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There were friends and there were neighbors, but the good homes that we came from didn't help

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If there's anything you'd like to say about us after we have gone to rest

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We would like someone to mention all the good folks in the last hard town we met