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“Harder Every Year” - (Chicago Electric Blues) 12/2025 Jocki Yeah… Life used to wink at me. Now it just cracks its knuckles. Life shook my hand with a cold dead grin, Yeah, life shook my hand with a cold dead grin, Said “Welcome to the job, boy,” Then it clocked me in. Put a stack of papers where my heart used to be, Yeah, a stack of papers where my heart used to be, Said “Sign your name at the bottom, Let’s see what you’re worth to me.” Every year gettin’ harder on my back, Yes, every year gettin’ harder on my back, I ain’t livin’ no more, baby, Just keepin’ my life on track. Joy on hold, yeah, joy overdue, Joy on hold, yeah, joy overdue, I spend all day keepin’ up, Forget what I was born to do. Bills at the door like the law want in, Yeah, bills at the door like the law want in, They don’t knock real polite, They just count to ten. I keep the motor runnin’ on hope and fumes, Yeah, I keep it runnin’ on hope and fumes, Road sign say “Get Ahead,” But I been drivin’ past the moon. Every year gettin’ harder on my back, Yes, every year gettin’ harder on my back, I ain’t livin’ no more, baby, Just keepin’ my life on track. Joy on hold, yeah, joy overdue, Joy on hold, yeah, joy overdue, I spend all day keepin’ up, Forget what I was born to do. I saw myself in a window downtown… Laughin’ for no damn reason. Didn’t recognize him. He looked free. I looked busy. Life call me late just to hear me breathe, Yeah, call me late just to hear me breathe, Said “Still standin’? Good.” Hung more weight on my knees. Ain’t no finish line painted on this street, No finish line painted on this street, Just a man with a stopwatch Watchin’ how long I bleed. Every year gettin’ harder on my soul, Yes, every year gettin’ harder on my soul, They call it “bein’ a grown man,” I call it payin’ a toll. Joy ain’t dead, just buried deep, Joy ain’t dead, just buried deep, If life’s a test of worth, baby— Who the hell decided the fee? Yeah… I pass the test every day. Still wonder what I won. Audio CakeWalk, Suno 5.0