The Hard Years

These will be the hard years, when everything is wrong
Every time you fix it, it don't stay fixed for long
The hand that you've been dealt ain't got the cards you want to hold
But you're playin' against the Devil and he ain't gonna fold

These'll be the savage years, all bustin' at the seams
Ain't the way the story went when you wrote it in your dreams
You thought you was on solid ground. You built your castle there
Now you're looking down beneath your feet -- you're dancin' in the air.

Hard years, bitter tears, daytime full of night time fears
Heel and toe, wheel and woe, keep her steady as she goes

These will be the bitter years, disillusion rules
All them words of wisdom sound like gibberish from fools
The good are doin' evil, Lord, the Saints are doin' time
Holy men are guilty of the most unholy crimes

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Well this will be the awful testing time, you're driven to your knees
Take your cross and stumble up to your own Calvary
When it don't seem like any prayer you've ever prayed has been heard
And your finally gonna find out if the Good Lord keeps His word.

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