Reason to Believe

I see a man standin' over a dead dog
By a highway in a ditch
Lookin' down sorta puzzled
Pokin' the dog with a stick
He's got his car door flung open
Out on highway 31
Like if he stood there long enough
That dog'd get up and run

It struck me sorta funny
Sorta funny, sorta mean
So that at the end of every hard earned day
People find some reason to believe

Now, Mary Lou loved Johnny
With a love mean and true
He told her, "I'll work hard every day"
"And bring my money home to you"
And one day he up 'n' left her
And ever since then
She waits down at the end of the road
For young Johnny to return

And oh Lord, won't you tell us
Won't you tell us what it means?
Still, at the end of every hard earned day
People find some reason to believe
Hey!

Take the baby to the river
Kyle William they called him
Drop the baby in the water
To wash away little Kyle's sin
This day will show up the same
Old man passes away
Take the body to the graveyard
And over him they'll pray

Oh Lord, won't you tell us
Won't you tell us what it means?
Still, at the end of every hard earned day
People find some reason to believe
Still, at the end of every hard earned day
People find some reason to believe



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Writer(s): James Timothy Hardin
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