Lately I can tell
You're getting pretty sick of me.
To tell you the truth,
I've had about enough of me, too
All this cussin' and fightin'
Who's wrong and who's right;
It don't mean a thing
It don't mean a damn thing

'Cause the grass ain't always greener,
Just like we're always told.
You may not have the winning hand
But you ain't got to fold;
And it just seems that much warmer
When you come in from the cold.
'Cause things ain't always better
Up the road.

People, they'll be talking,
Rest assured they always do
They got it all sussed out.
Everything that we go through;
Let's give 'em all the finger;
Tell them where they can go
What do they know
What in the hell do they know

'Cause the grass ain't always greener
Just like we're always told
You may not have the winning hand
But you ain't got to fold;
And it just seems that much warmer
When you come in from the cold
'Cause things ain't always better
Up the road

Things ain't always better up the road.
Things ain't always better up the road.
Hey…yeah.

Well, the grass ain't always greener
Just like we're always told.
You may not have the winning hand
But you ain't got to fold;
And it just seems that much warmer
When you come in from the cold
'Cause things ain't always better
Up the road

Things ain't always better up the road
Things ain't always better up the road
Things ain't always better up the road
Things ain't always better up the road
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Up The Road Lyrics

Blackberry Smoke – Up The Road Lyrics