Some find their solace in a bottle of gin.
Some find it still better when their horse comes in.
It's a way to deal when life ain't grand.
You just a-pack-it-up, hang your head and fold your hands.
Hmmm, hmmm.
She worked all day long on a street named Despair,
In a town with no pity, she was going nowhere.
Well, funny how her heart, well, it grew colder and colder
With the weight of the world crashing down on her shoulder.
But when the going gets tough and the tough are long gone, just
Chorus:
Walk on, walk on, walk on, walk on!
Walk on, walk on, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Walk on, walk on, walk on, walk on!
Walk on, walk on, yeah, yeah, yeah!
You can take your words made of psycho-babble.
I don't need no shrink to see my life's unraveled.
Pay you a mountain of gold to candy coat me lies.
I'm at the end of my rope, time I realize
That when the going gets tough and the tough are long gone, just
Walk on, walk on, walk on, walk on. Who-oh!
Chorus
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Yeah, yeah!
Well, I know we ain't seeing the best of times,
And I long stopped dreaming those crazy dreams of mine.
These days get so long, and my heart grows weak,
And honey, we ain't living on no easy street.
But when the going gets tough and the tough are long gone,
It's just a-you-and-me, baby, left to walk on!
Chorus X2
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