Broken Bones

Broken bones and bloodied fists
You're on the road and you're sick of it
Worked half ya life away
Broke your back and you ain't gettin' paid

This killin' road takes all it can
White line fever will ruin a man
Fortune favours the bold so they say
Memories will die then they'll fade away

For what?

For broken bones
And bloodied fists
You're on the road and you're sick of it

So you run, run away
Sell your soul for another day
But you run, run away
Live your life, day by day

You're stretching thin and falling in
You gotta stand tall in this town of sin
Don't take me home can't make me go
No explanation got nothin' to show

For what?

For brokеn bones
And bloodied fists
You're on thе road and you're sick of it

So you run, run away
Sell your soul for another day
But you run, run away
Live your life
Day by day