last hard town

woke up on a bus and heard the driver say friends fill it up with no 2

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

it's not for me the last cause i'm just goin' where life's sendin' me i guess

the thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks in the last hard town we met

i sat pickin' on my guitar till i saw the new sun comin' through the skies

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

carry water from the well untill you know that all the children are refreshed

the thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks in the last hard town we met

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

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

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

the thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks in the last hard town we met

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

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

they misunderstood the words but understood that our intentions were the best

the thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks in the last hard town we met

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

there were friends and there were neighbors

but the good homes that we came from didn't help

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

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