Lyrics
And i consider walkin out, like the hard times they ain t leavin
That s where you come in, and when i feel like screamin, like the hard times they ain t leavin
The high times and the low times, the high times and the low times
Like the hard times they ain t leavin, that s where you come in
That s where you come in, i m one of them kinda men Chris, i m one of them kinda men
The rich times and the poor times we ve spent, honey i know you and me
The rich times and the poor times we ve spent, the rich times and the poor times we ve spent, that s where you come in
Honey i know you and me, like an old cowboy song In, and when i feel like screamin
I don t know where i belong, that s where you come in
That s where you come in, and when i feel like screamin You, between the good times and the bad times
I don t know where i belong, that s where you come in
Between the good times and the bad times, between the good times and the bad times Come, when i can t wait for tomorrow to begin
The rich times and the poor times we ve spent, are paper and pen, like the hard times they ain t leavin
Like the hard times they ain t leavin, are paper and pen, between the good times and the bad times
The rich times and the poor times we ve spent, like the hard times they ain t leavin
And i consider walkin out, that s where you come in Come, the high times and the low times
That s where you come in, i don t know where i belong Janson, that s where you come in
Between the good times and the bad times, i don t know where i belong, are paper and pen
The high times and the low times, that s where you come in Janson, honey i know you and me
that s where you come in
like the hard times they ain t leavin
When i can t wait for tomorrow to begin, and i consider walkin out, the high times and the low times
Between the good times and the bad times, that s where you come in
The rich times and the poor times we ve spent, i don t know where i belong
Like an old cowboy song, i m one of them kinda men
That s where you come in, some times when i m down, that s where you come in
I m one of them kinda men, that s where you come in, that s where you come in
The high times and the low times, i don t know where i belong You, the high times and the low times
That s where you come in, and feel like i can t win
that s where you come in
That s where you come in, are paper and pen
that s where you come in
The rich times and the poor times we ve spent, and feel like i can t win
And when i feel like screamin, that s where you come in, the high times and the low times
The high times and the low times, and i consider walkin out, between the good times and the bad times
The high times and the low times, like the hard times they ain t leavin, that s where you come in
That s where you come in, are paper and pen, the rich times and the poor times we ve spent
Between the good times and the bad times, when i can t wait for tomorrow to begin
that s where you come in
That s where you come in, some times when i m down
When i can t wait for tomorrow to begin, like an old cowboy song, when i can t wait for tomorrow to begin
and when i feel like screamin
I don t know where i belong, i m one of them kinda men Chris, like an old cowboy song
The rich times and the poor times we ve spent, the rich times and the poor times we ve spent, honey i know you and me
That s where you come in, honey i know you and me In, and feel like i can t win
