Album Name : Hard-Headed Fool
Release Date : 2000-10-10
Song Duration : 4:29
Corey Smith Hard-headed Fool
Crusin' the strip too young for the bars
Lookin' for change in the back of my car
Dodgin' the cops we were up to no good
Takin' chance after chance gittin high any way we could
Hard as a brick lord they couldn’t tell me anything at all
Better judgement went south with a few sips of alcohol
Stubborn as a mule ridin that highway to hell
I kept a knife in my pocket cause I thought I could handle myself
Went off to school found a new set of friends
I used better drugs to help me fit in
I'd skip every class at least 2 days a week
I didn't need a lecture near as much as the sleep
Hard as a brick lord they couldn’t teach me anything at all
Better judgement went south with a few pictures of alcohol
Stubborn as a mule ridin that highway to hell
No need for religion man I thought I could handle myself
Oh, til the ways of the world were all that I knew
And the sex drugs and music only gave me the blues
And I tried to change but it wasn’t no use
The more that I said I’d quit the more I abused
Then I talked to Jesus and he set me straight
He said you reap what you sow boy, but it isn’t too late
To repent
Oh, there might be hope for you yet
Jefferson bound, I headed back home
Turns out my teacher and preachers were right all along
I settled down, got two crazy kids
And I hope they’ll do what I say
And not what I did
Hard as a brick lord they couldn’t tell me anything at all
Better judgement went south with a few pictures of alcohol
Now I’m older and wiser but still I’m livin’ down the past
Yeah what goes around comes around and boys it all comes around fast
Yeah what goes around comes around and boys it all comes around fas