Letras: David Allan Coe. Rollin With the Punches.

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 I'm 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