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BUMPS IN THE ROAD
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COUNTRY POEMS
On the road of life; no matter the load we carry.
Our name could be Barry, Gary, Harry, or Larry.
Bumps on the road.
Oh, bumps on the road.
Yeah, bumps on the road.
Sometimes, we will not get the gold.
Sometimes, we see, what you think is gold, will not be.
Sometimes, we will lose a bet.
Sometimes, we will get a bit wet.
Sometimes, we will not get to do what you set out to do.
Bumps on the road.
Oh, bumps on the road.
Yeah, bumps on the road.
Sometimes we fail; nothing seems to go right at all.
Sometimes we fall; at the mall, everything we want is out.
It makes us feel we are the victims of a schoolyard taunt.
It makes us feel as if we are out in the middle of
a storm of hail, or a storm of falling nails.
It makes us want to give a big, angry, shout.
Bumps on the road.
Oh, bumps on the road.
Yeah, bumps on the road.
Sometimes, we get into a rut.
It feels like we have been hit in the gut.
It feels, like an animal we have been bit.
Sometimes we fold.
Sometimes we stay cold.
Sometimes we are not bold.
Sometimes we get into the same old mold.
On us, bad luck really has a hold.
an ever-lasting cold.
a blasting migraine in our mind.
Bumps on the road.
Bumps on the road.
Oh, bumps on the road.
Yeah, bumps on the road.
