Words and music by David Massey

 

It’s those honkey tonks

Loose women , whiskey, it’s not my fault

Though I know you don’t believe me, that not what I am

It’s these rovin eyes.  Not me, it’s these lips that lie

I got those urges I just can’t deny

It’s so hard to be a man

 

It’s that damned old Sun

Comes up, and I’m not home

Then there’s all that complaining to go through again

Then things come apart

There lies my broken heart

And it’s all because

It’s so hard to be a man

 

BREAK

I know you might see me out on the town

and you’ll think to yourself

“That looks like fun, that don’t look like pain”

I know you might see me, with these crazy arms

Around somebody else

Well that’s easy, that’s easy to explain

<repeat first verse>

 

People talk to me,

Tell me how I ought to be

I know they mean well, but they don’t understand

It’s this old guitar, not me, it’s those ramblin stars

It’s a dusty road, it’s a heavy load, it’s so hard to be a man

It’s a dusty road, it’s a heavy load, it’s so hard to be a man

and I know you don’t believe, but it’s so hard to be a man