Woke up on a bus and heard the driver say

Friends fill it up with No 2

Wondered where I was and wondered what today

Would be demanding me to do

It's not for me the last cause I'm just goin'

Where life's sendin' me I guess

The thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks

In the last hard town we met



I sat pickin' on my guitar till I saw

The new sun comin' through the skies

Ain't it funny how the truth is sometimes

Written on an artificial high

Carry water from the well untill you know

That all the children are refreshed

The thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks

In the last hard town we met



We were drinking too much yesterday

Nobody's ever told us what's enough

The ones that we should've prayed for more than likely

Were the ones we had to cuss

They applauded as we killed ourselves

But angels don't have bourbon on their breath

The thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks

In the last hard town we met



They came to see the people that they thought we were

And never changed their minds

They explained the way that difference caused

The folks who love a picker can be blind

They misunderstood the words but understood

That our intentions were the best

The thing that keeps us goin' is the good folks

In the last hard town we met



What a picker does for others is the thing

He's mainly doing for himself

There were friends and there were neighbors

But the good homes that we came from didn't help

If there's anything you'd like to say

About us after we have gone to rest

We would like someone to mention all the good folks

In the last hard town we met