the moon she lays low tonight i pray for morning light with bloody palms and muddy jeans the mountain mourns the travel weeps and you claim to be the highway kind but you could take the hard road again spring s gone season change shyanne calls my name and i get up on westbound train drags me through the summer rain oh and you may have your reasons but you could take the hard road again and money comes and money goes dirty thing we all own i threw my wallet in the fire some folks think that i m a liar from what i gather you re a fool and you could take the hard road again and this valley will keep me clean city lights bring me grief oh i ve done things that i ain t proud of i should be in jail or in the ground and you can worry wrong and right and i will take the hard road again if you i love is why i m here for times of war and times of tears i never cared for life too much oh it s too much blood and not enough guts oh and you can wish on starry nights and i will take the hard road again oh and you can worry wrong and right and i will take the hard road again