I've been lit up like a cigarette
Smoked right down to the quick
hung up high like a marionette
dangled on the end of a stick
I've been laid at the feet of the devil himself
danced upon the red hot coals
my feet were sore couldn't take no more
weepin' for the state of my soul
I'll tell you one thing that's true
only time is gonna heal that wound yeah
It's hard to keep your head up
when the bitter's got the better of you
I've been laid out like a poker hand
a few cards short of a flush
a down and out junkie with a bag full of monkeys
begging for another rush
a bar room brawler, a back street crawler
a honky tonk troubadour
A star-crossed poet, who didn't even know it
when love was lying dead on the floor
I'll tell you one thing that's true
every chick I've ever dated was cruel
It's hard to keep your head up
when the bitter's got the better of you
when the bitter's got the better of you
when the bitter's got the better of you
with all these worn out shoes
I'll kick off all those blues
it's hard to keep your head up
when the bitter's got the better of you
I've been down the long and crooked mile
never knowing the comfort of the smile no
got no time for liars and for fools
words get you hot, I'm gonna be loosing my cool
and then all the blow in my stock
now listen,
I'll tell you one thing that's true
there's not one god damn thing you can do, no
it's hard to keep your head up
when the bitter's got the better of you
when the bitter's got the better of you
when the bitter's got the better of you
with all those worn out shoes
you kick off all those blues
it's hard to keep your head up
when the bitter's got the better...
hard to keep your head up
when the bitter's got the better..
hard to keep your head up
when the bitter's got the better of you, yeah!
From the album "Vagabond Bones"