Tim Hicks - Cost of Life

Curveballs, fastballs
Long shots, close calls
If ya in the game ya dang sure see it all
Lowest of lows, highest of highs
You'll taste the dirt, touch the sky
Ya dodge a few, take one or two on the jaw
Thats the cost of life when youre goin for broke
You stay on the grind like it aint no joke
Make ya own bed, make ya own luck
Get knocked down, ya get right back up
Ya might find yourself
Goin through hell For a little heaven down the road
Thats the cost of life
When youre goin for brokeTo make it right
To prove em wrong
To dance your dance
To sing your songs
Gotta be tough Gotta be strong
Cause There'll be sticks
And there'll be stones
Go all in all out
Burn down aroad less rode down
Keep ya headlights glory bound
Come on come on Here we go now

Written by:
Anthony Olympia, Brent Rupard, Reid Isbell

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