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It ain't easy: the road of life, it ain't easy. |
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It don't matter if you're black or white, |
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Nobody rides for free. |
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Well, believe me, life is a bitter-sweet journey, |
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An' everybody that starts out in the cradle, |
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Still ends up in the grave. |
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Well, every man's got a mountain to climb: |
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He's got his own cross to bear. |
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Well, every day's just another step you take, |
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On the road that takes you there. |
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On the road that takes you there. |
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Well, you might be a rich kid livin' on milk and honey, |
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Livin' off your Daddy's money. |
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But money ain't everything. |
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Can't buy forgiveness; it sure can't buy salvation. |
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But it can numb your senses, |
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And tarnish your golden rings. |
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Well, every man's got a mountain to climb: |
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He's got his own cross to bear. |
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Well, every day's just another step you take, |
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On the road that takes you there. |
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On the road that takes you there. |
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You can have nothin' an' still have it all; |
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Be a blind man and still see. |
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You can be locked up in a cell, |
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But your heart can still be free. |
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(Your heart can still be free.) |
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It ain't easy: the road of life, it ain't easy. |
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Everybody's got a cross to bear, |
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On the road that takes you there. |
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(Aw, take me there.) |
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Instrumental break. |
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You can have nothin' an' still have it all; |
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Be a blind man and still see. |
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You can be locked up in a cell, |
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But your heart can still be free. |
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(Your heart can still be free.) |
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It ain't easy: the road of life, it ain't easy. |
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Everybody's got a cross to bear, |
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On the road that takes you there. |
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Yeah, everybody's got a cross to bear, |
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On the road that takes you there. |
