"Long Hard Road To You" studio version

Songs by Frank Hogans

Long Hard Road To You
(studio version)
Awarded Finalist in Country/Bluegrass
Awarded Finalist in
Folk Rock/Americana/Roots Rock

Long Hard Road To You
(acoustic version)

Loves

Morning

Nowhere To Go Except Gone
(studio version)
Awarded Silver in Country/Bluegrass

Nowhere To Go Except Gone
(acoustic version)

"Long Hard Road To You"
(studio version)
words and music by Frank Hogans

I got a tinderbox

Of aftershocks

Pounding ripples in your sand

I got a million volts,

Of Thunderbolts,

Swinging in my hand

I'm your double-spaced

acquired taste

I'm the writing on your wall.

I'm your yellow line

And your shot-up sign

Double aught

And punkin ball

You always seemed to come out of the blue.

But there was really, really nothing I could do...

On this long, hard road to you.

They all spin your wheels

Just to hear you squeal

Did you think I wouldn't know?

Well, I thank you much

For the double clutch

But I'm the one who likes it slow.

You're always glad

To drive me mad

You love that toe to toe.

Last night I was king

Of everything

Now I'm a no good so and so.

You were something that I swore I'd never do.

Like buy another Ford

or stick my thumb out

On this long hard road to you.

We keep coming out of nowhere.

You're my damn slow leak, I'm your hairline crack.

I will barely shed a tear

I'm hoping you're still here when I get back.

I'm comin' baby

On this long hard road to you

Down this long hard road to you

It's a long hard road to you

I'm coming baby

Such a long hard road...

You ain't no Sunday drive

But I'll survive

I've been around this block before

Every bend

Could be the Bitter End

Gotta leave them wanting more.

You get upset

When I forget

Just who is using whom

Eight hundred pounds

Of the sweetest sounds

That can never leave this room

I'm just traveling that line down your tattoo