Living’s Just A Tough Way To Go

Living’s just a tough way to go
Like riding a wild bronc
In an old West rodeo.
Somedays I’m the clown,
Somedays I’m the whole damn show.

Come what may,
Like old cowboys, we’re all just drifting
Our few days away.
Fast or slow
Living’s just a tough way to go.

Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust,
The way life rains down
You’d think we’d all turn to rust.
Fast or slow
Living’s just a tough way to go.

My heads full of pockets
From the pounding hail,
While thirsty I stand in the desert
With one big hole in my only pail.
Fast or slow
Living’s just a tough way to go.

Whether throwing saddles on cattle
Or shoveling snow in old Frisco,
Life’s just one helluva tough way to go.

To survive we all do
What we have to do.
Just an old story,
It’s really nothing new… but,
All God’s children will somehow make it through,
For this life is always going to be
A tough way to go, for me,
And for you.