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By David Allan Coe
Dedicated to Bob Dylan: I never thought Itd be easy Bob!
LORD, I'VE BEEN TALKIN WHEN I SHOULD HAVE LISTENED
LISTENING WHEN I SHOULD HAVE SPOKE
LIGHTING A MATCH TO OLD MEMORIES
SENDING THEM ALL UP IN SMOKE
SINGING WITH NO ONE TO HEAR ME
FIGHTING MY WAY TO THE TOP
ROLLING WITH ALL OF THE PUNCHES
WONDERING IF THEY'D EVER STOP
TEARING DOWN WALLS BUILT IN PRISON
BUILDING UP DREAMS THAT WONT LAST
FINDING THE BRIDGES IM BURNING
HARDER TO HIDE THAN THE PAST
MAKING THE FUTURE LOOK BRIGHTER
FIGHTING MY WAY TO THE TOP
ROLLING WITH ALL OF THE PUNCHES
WONDERING IF THEY'D EVER STOP
LAUGHING AT JOKES THAT AREN'T FUNNY
BLAMING IT ALL ON THE BLUES
TAKING MY CHANCES FOR FREEDOM
BETTING WITH NOTHING TO LOSE
WINNING ON NOTHING BUT HUNCHES
FIGHTING MY WAY TO THE TOP
ROLLING WITH ALL OF THE PUNCHES
WONDERING IF THEY'D EVER STOP
ROLLING WITH ALL OF THE PUNCHES
LORD; HOW I WISH THEY WOULD STOP!