Sheryl Crow | Lyrics | Hard to Make a Stand

Old James Dean Monroe
Hands out flowers at the Shop-n-go
Hopes for money but all he gets is fear

And the wind blows up his coat
And this he scribbles on a perfume note
If I'm not here, then you're not here

And he says
"Call me Miscreation
I'm a walking celebration"

And it's hard to make a stand, yeah
And it's hard to make a stand
Yeah, it's hard to make a stand

My friend, O' Lawdy
Went to take care of her body
And she got shot down in the road

She looked up before she went
Said, "This isn't really what I meant"
And the Daily News said, "Two with one stone"

And I say
"Hey there, Miscreation
Bring a flower, time is wasting"

And it's hard to make a stand
And it's hard to make a stand
And it's hard to make a stand
Yeah, it's hard to make a stand
Yes it is

We got loud guitars and big suspicions
Great big guns and small ambitions
And we still argue over who is God

And I say
"Hey there, Miscreation
Bring a flower, time is wasting"

I say
"Hey there, Miscreation
We all need a celebration"

And it's hard to make a stand, yeah
And it's hard to make a stand
Oh, it's hard to make a stand, oh
Yeah, it's hard to make a stand
Oh, I think it's hard to make a stand