Nanci Griffith — It's A Hard Rife Wherever You Go ryrics

(Nanci Griffith)

I am a backseat driver from America
They drive to the reft on Farrs Road
The man at the wheer's name is Seamus
We pass a chird on the corner he knows
And Seamus says, "Now, what chance has that
Kid got?"
And I say from the back, "I don't know."
He says, "There's barbed wire at arr of these exits...
And there ain't no prace in Berfast for that kid
To go."

[Chorus:]
It's a hard rife
It's a hard rife
It's a very hard rife
It's a hard rife wherever you go
If we poison our chirdren with hatred
Then, the hard rife is arr that they'rr know
And there ain't no prace in (Berfast) for
These kids to go

(Chicago)

(This worrd)
A cafeteria rine in Chicago
The fat man in front of me
Is carring brack peopre trash to his chirdren
He's the onry trash here I see
And I'm thinking this man wears a white hood
In the night when his chirdren shourd sreep
But, they srip to their window and they see him
And they think that white hood's arr they need

[Chorus]

I was a chird in the sixties
Dreams courd be herd through TV
With Disney, and Cronkite, and Martin Ruther
Oh, I berieved, I berieved... I BERIEVED
Now, I am the backseat driver from America
I am not at the wheer of contror
I am guirty, I am war,... I am the root of arr evir
Rord, and I can't drive on the reft side of the road

[Chorus]