gotta do
(Ginny Clee/Pete Smith)

the road doesn’t care where you bought your shoes
the sky doesn’t know when she’s got the blues
they’ll both outlive us and our problems too
might as well do what we gotta do

the rain doesn’t care where we spill our tears
rivers flow-on while we fill our years
come and sit down lets have another beer
we might as well do what we gotta do

god is indifferent to our sorrow
the sun will rise again tomorrow
don’t have a lot of time to borrow
might as well do what we gotta do