From the recording Jukebox Deluxe, Volume 4
Lyrics
I grew up hard…I grew up fast
Daddy found love at the bottom of a whiskey glass
Momma ran off with a man from Lynchburg, Tennessee
There was no one looking back for me
Life ain’t fair…
Life ain’t kind…
When you don’t care what’s waiting for you down the line
Life ain’t fair…
Life ain’t no good…
When you struggle day-to-day so misunderstood
I grew up hard and all alone
Chasing shadows with no direction home
No job…no money…no hope in sight
I was a walking disaster every night
Life ain’t fair…
Life ain’t kind…
When you don’t care what’s waiting for you down the line
Life ain’t fair…
Life ain’t no good…
When you struggle day-to-day so misunderstood
Daddy got drunk again, climbed the roof and fell
Momma said, “One day, I’ll see that S.O.B. in hell.”
I’m hoping that it doesn’t snow too much come wintertime
I’ll steal some food, find a cell, stay warm and serve my time
Looking for salvation on these streets without a soul
My hands fell off the wheel and I spun out of control
If I believed there was a promised land, then maybe I would pray
But the only prayer I have is my prayer…
Is my prayer to make it through the day
I grew up hard…I grew up fast
Future’s looking bleak, just like the past
I can waste my time and my life placing blame
My dad, my mom, the curse of my name
Life ain’t fair…
Life ain’t kind…
When you don’t care what’s waiting for you down the line
Life ain’t fair…
Life ain’t no good…
When you struggle day-to-day so misunderstood
Life ain’t fair…
Life ain’t been kind…
Life ain’t fair…
Life ain’t been kind…
Life ain’t fair…
Life ain’t been kind…
Life ain’t fair…
Life ain’t been kind…
Life ain’t been kind to me
© 2026 Christopher Iverson Music/BMI
words & music: Christopher Iverson