My life on the road, oh I love it and I hate it, Sitting in airports mad and frustrated and waiting for love to arrive My grandmother, Myrtle, has outlasted two husbands All of her sisters, brothers, and cousins and wonders why she's still alive. But she smiles and she'll tell ya Trouble won't kill ya, 'cause if it did, she would've died. Oh, la vie est dure, that much is sure, Mais tu etes bon si bon Through the fire and the rain, I call him by name And when the night is long, I remember mais tu etes bon Got a sister in Texas who married an out-law Then realized he wasn't what she thought Now she finds that he's doing time Good friend Bonita came down with cancer And I came down hard looking for answers Under a silent dark sky But to see her you'd wonder how after the thunder There's still a light in her eye. Some say tighten your grip keep a stiff upper lip Life goes on, but the stoics are wrong. They know half of the story and none of the glory For they do not know tu etes bon [Chorus]x2