Lyrics The Devil Makes Three – This Life

Well, broken down outside Bakersfield
Man it started to snow
Sleepin’ sittin’ up in the front seat
Cold wind, it blows

‘Cause
This life, it ain’t right for everybody
Everbody’d do it now, if it was easy
This life, it ain’t right for everybody
But it sure’s been good to me

Drivin’ thirty-five miles an hour
‘Cross that Texas heat
Engine burnin’ like the fires of Hell
Just to melt the shoes of my feet
Well, it’s three mechanics in a hundred miles
And nothin’s wrong
Didn’t get nothing’ outta that trip but another song

Well
This life, it ain’t right for everybody
Everbody’d do it now, if it was easy
This life, it ain’t right for everybody
But it sure’s been good to me

Yes
I been up in the apple trees
I been down in the ditches on my bended knees
«May I help you, sir?
What do ya need?»
Oh
Been ’round a corner or two

Up to Vancouver where the
Buildings scrape the sky
They wanted to fight that night
Can’t say the reason why
Well, it’s flyin’ fists, broken bottles
Swings a heat into the crowd
They had to bring the paddywhack in just to settle everybody down

Well
This life, it ain’t right for everybody
Everbody’d do it now, if it was easy
This life, it ain’t right for everybody
But it sure’s been good to me

Because
I been up in the apple trees
I been down in the ditches on my bended knees
«May I help you, sir?
What do ya need?»
Oh
Been ’round a corner or two
Sold everything but my clothes and shoes
Did a thousand jobs that I never wanted to do
I ain’t settlin’ down here
I’m just passin’ through

This life, it ain’t right for everybody
Everbody’d do it now, if it was easy
This life, it ain’t right for everybody
But it sure’s been good to me

Yeah, it sure’s been good to me