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!