Текстове на песни: Van Zant. My Kind Of Country. The Hardest Thing.

He?s got a mountain of bills; he?s got dirt on his hands
There?s been three generations that?s been working the land
Hears his granddaddy?s ghost saying
?Son, everyone gotta face their own hard truth
And it might be up to you
To do the hardest thing you?ll ever have to do?

Chorus
Holding on, letting go, right or wrong, it?s hard to know
You do your best and leave the rest to chance, fate, God or grace
Whatever gets you through

She can?t stand the fear in her little boy?s eyes
Daddy?s come home acting crazy too many times
Mamma?s on the telephone line saying
?Child, sometimes you gotta think about more than you
And you might be forced to choose
The hardest thing you?ll ever have to do?

Holding on, letting go, right or wrong, it?s hard to know
You do your best and leave the rest to chance, fate, God or grace
Whatever gets you through

Yeah
Instrumental

Now everybody?s gonna find themselves a fork in the road
No clear direction, wondering which way to go
And it hurts like hell
Your conscience burns, anyway you turn you lose
Sometimes just getting through
Might be the hardest thing you?ll ever have to do

Holding on, letting go, right or wrong, it?s hard to know
You do your best and leave the rest to chance, fate, God or grace
Whatever gets you through

Ohhh
Whatever gets you through
Yeah
The hardest thing
Might be the hardest thing to do
(The hardest thing)
(The hardest thing)