Life's Road Hogs
LIFES’ ROAD HOGS
You’ll find them on the highways and all along life’s' byways
And they refuse to see they’re the cause of all the problems
They ride along the fast lane and make you feel the villain
An In the end the good man feels he’s just a silly fellow
These highwaymen who race along life's' crowded byways
Say to the world of happy men you’d better do it my way
They honk, they grunt and pass the weak and very timid
And make you feel you’re the one who's messing up the limit
They have no goal or vision or sense of real direction
Yet in their minds they dare feel like men of real discretion
A cursing here and shouting there to do what needs be done
Who would dare to show them up, their critics are just none
Expect today as you walk along life's’ busy ruthless byway
To meet these evil men who say you’d better do it my way
But don't despair or give in and let them have the pleasure
Of robbing you a simple man of your inward beauty treasure
Take note of what they say to you or let them even pass you
But don't give in to these evil men or let them undermine you
Let them race with headstrong speed on life's busy highway
Remember this they’ll hear you say I let you do it your way
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