Life Ain't Fair
By: Josh D. Charles
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Recorded at Omni and Gibson Studios NYC and Nashville dir: Tad Denson and Milton L. Brown shot by Jeff Peixoto
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By Josh Charles and Milton L. Brown I was building cars up in Detroit 'Til the imports did us all in Worked a Gulf of Mexico oil rig And then got laid off by the wind Been living life like a gypsy Willin' to work anywhere Bad luck stayin' just one step behind Life ain't fair. I lost my heart and Rebecca She wouldn't wait for a vagabond man She needed more than excuses It hurts bad, but I understand My buddies are all in the same fix as me Not one with two-bits he can spare And tomorrow is looking as dark as today Life ain't fair Life ain't fair, life ain't fair Preacher said don't give up until you try prayer I've been prayin', but seems like ain't nobody there Life ain't fair. I just heard there's work in Seattle On an airplane assembly line It's a low-level job, payin' minimum wage I'm down to hungry, so that suits me fine Now, here I am, out on the highway Cold, with my thumb up in the air It's a matter of fact unless you're born rich Life ain't fair. Life ain't fair, life ain't fair Preacher said don't give up until you try prayer I've been prayin', but seems like ain't nobody there Life Ain't Fair LIfe Ain't Fair
