So Hard to Find My Way

He walks around with his hands in his pockets
A picture of his baby on a chain in a locket
He needs her love so bad, but she’ll never know
'cause he won’t ever tell her
And it’s so hard to find my way
So hard to find my way
So hard to find my way
Poor Richard, he's got himself a banjo
He’s missing four strings but he ain’t even bothered
He says, “Sunshine gonna come my way;
look out kid this might be my lucky day"
It’s so hard to find my way
So hard to find my way
So hard to find my way, yeah
Red Robin, she's workin' in the kitchen
Got everything she needs, but everything’s a-missing
She grew up with the radio;
tattoo on her hip is to remind her so
That it’s so hard to find my way
So hard to find my way
So hard to find my way
I know a man who’s been working for the city
He pays his rent but his life is just a pity
He says, "Nothing’s gonna change around here;
I'm the same old man I’ve been for nearly 20 years”
So hard to find my way
So hard to find my way
So hard to find my way, yeah
She turns heads wherever she’s a-walking
She never speaks she lets her body do the talkin’
She’s daddy’s little baby girl,
but she ain’t living in daddy’s world
Yeah, so hard to find my way
So hard to find my way
So hard to find, oh, yeah baby