(Nanci Griffith)
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I am a backseat driver from America
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They drive to the left on Falls Road
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The man at the wheel's name is Seamus
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We pass a child on the corner he knows
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And Seamus says, "Now, what chance has that
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Kid got?"
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And I say from the back, "I don't know."
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He says, "There's barbed wire at all of these exits...
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And there ain't no place in Belfast for that kid
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To go."
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[Chorus:]
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It's a hard life
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It's a hard life
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It's a very hard life
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It's a hard life wherever you go
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If we poison our children with hatred
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Then, the hard life is all that they'll know
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And there ain't no place in (Belfast) for
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These kids to go
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(Chicago)
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(This world)
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A cafeteria line in Chicago
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The fat man in front of me
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Is calling black people trash to his children
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He's the only trash here I see
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And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood
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In the night when his children should sleep
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But, they slip to their window and they see him
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And they think that white hood's all they need
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[Chorus]
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I was a child in the sixties
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Dreams could be held through TV
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With Disney, and Cronkite, and Martin Luther
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Oh, I believed, I believed... I BELIEVED
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Now, I am the backseat driver from America
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I am not at the wheel of control
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I am guilty, I am war,... I am the root of all evil
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Lord, and I can't drive on the left side of the road
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[Chorus]
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It's A Hard Life Wherever You Go
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| Nanci Griffith |
