Goin' Up's Easy, Comin' Down's Hard

Goin' Up's Easy, Comin' Down's Hard - Bobby Bare

Written by：B. Millsap

Remember the nights we would jam in the motels

After the honky tanks closed

No one had credit

And no one had no place to go

Just crazy kids with 'electric machines

And some soul

Turnin' them crowds on

By playin' some loud Rockne roll

Then came the man with a suit and a tie

And the promise of contracts and bread

With all our joy he gave us to fame and fortune

That left us half dead

Goin' up is easy

When you got the song

That comes from the depth of the soul

Where it really belongs

Comin' down's hard when you find

That you just can't sing it no more

Your emerald ring with the solid gold band

Reflects back the face of a whore

Freddie would play on his guitar all day

And sometimes his fingers would bleed

Sam would ride on his drum

Like a magnificent steed

Ben on the bass would make the thunder

And the lighting with love

And I'd sing the lyric of life

That I felt the part of

Then came the money and Freddie dropped out

To start him a band of his own

Sam bought a franchise and Bennie odd

And I'm soon the label alone

Goin' up is easy

When you got the song

That comes from the depth of the soul

Where it really belongs

Comin' down's hard when you find

That you just can't sing it no more

Your emerald ring with the solid gold band

Reflects back the face of a whore

Goin' up is easy

When you got the song

That comes from the depth of the soul

Where it really belongs