Hard Times

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I bought a house at the mouth of the holler A ring at the pawn shop, and a crib for the kid I heard some word there was work up in Hindman I'm going tomorrow and hope that there is My sweat and my wages, they don't seem to weigh out I'm gettin' more aches than I'm gainin' in gold Whoever said you could raise you a family Just a'workin' your ass off knee deep in coal? [Verse 2] Well the sign at the church says I'll reap what I'm sowin' But I ain't lost sleep, it'll come in due time And if the Lord wants to take me, I'm here for the taking 'Cause Hell's probably better than tryin' to get by [Verse 3] You can see me on the front page, it'll be out tomorrow A boy in his twenties, shot down in his prime For trying to hold up the Texaco station They'll say I was desperate, they're probably right