Hard-Headed Fool Songtext
von Corey Smith

Cruising the strip, too young for the bars
Looking for change in the back of my car
Dodging the cops, we were up to no good
Taking chance after chance, getting high any way we could

Head hard as a brick, Lord, they couldn′t tell me anything at all
Better judgment went south with a few sips of alcohol
Stubborn as a mule riding that highway to hell, oh yeah
I kept a knife in my pocket 'cause I thought I could handle myself

I went off to school, found a new set of friends
I used better drugs to help me fit in
I′d skip every class at least two days a week
I didn't need a lecture near as much as the sleep


Head hard as a brick, Lord, they couldn't tell me anything at all
Better judgment went south with a few sips of alcohol
Stubborn as a mule riding that highway to hell, oh yeah
I kept a knife in my pocket ′cause I thought I could handle myself

Oh, ′til the ways of the world were all that I knew
And the sex, drugs and music only gave me the blues
I tried to change but it wasn't no use
The more that I said I quit, the more I abused
Then I talked to Jesus and he set me straight
Said, "You reap what you sow, boy, but it ain′t too late to repent
Oh, and there might be hope for you yet"

Jefferson bound, I headed back home
Turns out my teachers and preachers were right all along
I settled down, got two crazy kids
And I hope they'll do what I say and not what I did

Head hard as a brick, Lord, they couldn′t tell me anything at all
Better judgment went south with my first drink of alcohol


Now I'm older and wiser, but still I′m living down the past, oh
Yeah, what goes around comes around
And, boys, it all comes around fast