By David Allan Coe

Dedicated to Bob Dylan: I never thought It`d 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!