She may be the face I can't forget, A trace of pleasure or regret, May be my treasure or The price I have to pay. She may be the song that summer sings, May be the chill that autumn brings, May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day.

Some lessons we learn the hard way Well why do the hands of time So easily unwind Some lessons don't come easy That's the price we have to pay They don't come right off and right easy That's why they say some lessons learned we learn the hard way Well

Can't tell me nothin' Talk is cheap And free advice is worth the price you pay I have to find out for myself the hard way 1986 Harley Blowin' smoke and suckin' oil My daddy said, "Buy it and you're crazy, boy" Can't tell me nothin It took two months to

Cause' I don't know, But that's the price, You have to pay. One of these good ole days, One of these good ole days! Open your eyes, So you can see, Little girl, That you hurt me,

The more I have to pay The high cost of love Getting higher every day Seems like the less I get The price is getting Higher every day When it comes to good loving It's the same old way The less I get