So Hard To Find My Way

He walks around with his hands in his pockets

got a picture of his baby on a chain in a locket

he needs her love so bad, but she’ll never know

cause he won’t ever tell her

and it’s so hard to find my way

so hard to find my way

so hard to find my way

Poor Richard’s got himself a banjo

he’s missing four strings but he ain’t even bothered

he says: “sunshine gonna come my way, look out

kid this might be my lucky day

and it’s so hard to find my way

so hard to find my way

so hard to find my way

red robin’s been a-workin in the kitchen

got everything she needs, but everything’s a-missing

she grew up with the radio, tattoo on

her hip is to remind her so....

that it’s so hard to find my way

so hard to find my way

so hard to find my way

you can say what you want

you can do what you do

but sometimes some things are chosen for you

the life that you want and the life that you’ve been given

are sometimes not even the life you’ve been living

I know a man who’s been working for the city

he pays his rent but his life is just a pitty

he says: “nothing’s gonna change around here,

im the same old man I’ve been for nearly 20 years”

it’s so hard to find my way

so hard to find my way

so hard to find my way

She turns heads wherever she’s a-walking

she never speaks she lets her body do the talkin’

she’s daddy’s little baby girl

but she ain’t living in daddy’s world