It's Hard

Greg Connor

So … While we were picking out names to call our little band to compete with the big boys next summer the name “Prison House Band” came up. After a few laughs it was voted down abruptly but it stirred something inside. Here is my first jail house song:

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G On the phone three feet away, We never have too much to say

We C never touch, we try to smile, The G guard is watching all the while

It’s D hard, It’s C hard, It’s G hard

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We G Never spend no time alone, We just talk here on the phone

And C gaze into each other’s eyes, While G one of us begins to cry

It’s D hard, It’s C hard, It’s G hard

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It’s C hard to make the romance G last, Sweet C love through bullet proof G glass

When C you’re on the inside, G I’m on the outside

It’s D hard, It’s C hard, It’s G hard

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G What the heck is wrong with you, Every month a new tattoo

That C last one that you acquired, I G swear Picasso has inspired

It’s D hard, It’s C hard, It’s G hard

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The Em Warden say “NO LIPS UPON THE G GLASS

Em DON’T COMPLY AND IT WILL BE YOUR” G DEMISE (or something like that)

It’s D hard, It’s C hard, It’s G hard