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(Max D. Barnes/Steve Wariner)
When you've hitched every highway
And rode all the rails
You're no longer afraid of the dark
You get tougher than leather and harder than nails
When you've earned all the scars on your heart.
Hobos and hereos, bankers and bums
In some ways we're all the same
We all have to pay for the deeds that we've done
And wind up just dragging those chains.
Life paints a picture that time can't erase
And sometimes it cuts like a knife
Sooner or later one way or another
We all wear the tattoos of life.
The glory in living
Is just running the race
Not whether you win or you fail
The lines like a road map
Will show on your face
And your eyes tell the rest of the tale.
Life paints a picture that time can't erase
And sometimes it cuts like a knife
Sooner or later one way or another
We all wear the tattoos of life
The tattoos of life...
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