Haulin' That Cross
Rich man, poor man. Walk in my shoes
There's still no cure for the summertime blues
Back broke, flat broke. Paying your dues
The life that you live is the life that you choose
Instead of rolling those stones I'm pushing that rock
Instead of rocking my girl I'm punching a clock
The game don't change no matter who's the boss
I'm still humping that hill. Haulin' That Cross
Monday, work 'til it's Tuesday light
Wednesday rolls into Thursday night
Friday, payday, work 'til you're dead
She's early to rise so it's early to bed
Instead of rolling those stones I'm pushing that rock
Instead of rocking my girl I'm punching a clock
The game don't change no matter who's the boss
I'm still humping that hill. Haulin' That Cross
But then it's Saturday night. We get a little bit tight
We dance away from the light. She's leaning in just right
She kinda gives me a look. She's knows I'm already cooked
Sunday's one day we're late out of bed
Waitin' on thunder cause the morning's red
Last light, early night. Kick off her shoes
The life that you live is the love that we choose
But now I'm rollin' those stones not pushin' that rock
I'm rockin' my girl not punching a clock
The game don't change we're never at a loss
She's why I'm humping that hill. Haulin' That Cross
There's still no cure for the summertime blues
Back broke, flat broke. Paying your dues
The life that you live is the life that you choose
Instead of rolling those stones I'm pushing that rock
Instead of rocking my girl I'm punching a clock
The game don't change no matter who's the boss
I'm still humping that hill. Haulin' That Cross
Monday, work 'til it's Tuesday light
Wednesday rolls into Thursday night
Friday, payday, work 'til you're dead
She's early to rise so it's early to bed
Instead of rolling those stones I'm pushing that rock
Instead of rocking my girl I'm punching a clock
The game don't change no matter who's the boss
I'm still humping that hill. Haulin' That Cross
But then it's Saturday night. We get a little bit tight
We dance away from the light. She's leaning in just right
She kinda gives me a look. She's knows I'm already cooked
Sunday's one day we're late out of bed
Waitin' on thunder cause the morning's red
Last light, early night. Kick off her shoes
The life that you live is the love that we choose
But now I'm rollin' those stones not pushin' that rock
I'm rockin' my girl not punching a clock
The game don't change we're never at a loss
She's why I'm humping that hill. Haulin' That Cross
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Writer(s): Michael Strong
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