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Hard Times Lyrics
When I was young my daddy said son
Never be ashamed of where you're from
There's nothing wrong with you're last name
So don't be lookin' for people to blame
Cause hard times they come and they go
Most of the time they're in the middle of you're road
Same pain, different way
Don't you know son when it pours it rains
Hard times, In the middle of you're road
Hard times, Creepin' up on the good folks you know
Hard times, You're daddy wakes up and you lit the stove
Hard times, From the California hills to the Cumberland road
Well you've had yours and I've had mine
Most of the good folks have tried and tried
Makin' livin' on your minimum wage
You're comin' up short nearly every day
What's enough and what's the cost
You can't stand up cause all is lost
The oil is up and your doors are locked
There's a poor boy livin' on every block
Hard times, in the middle of you're road
Hard times, creepin' up on the good folks you know
Hard times, you're livin down the rest of you know
Hard times, From the California hills to the Cumberland road
When I was young my daddy said son
Never be ashamed of where you're from
There's nothing wrong with you're last name
So don't be lookin' for people to blame
Cause hard times they come and they go
Most of the time they're in the middle of you're road
The Same pain, different way
Don't you know when it pours it rains
And it'll always be around
Followin you from town to town
But you can get up when it puts you down
Cause everybody's got 'em if you look around
Hard times, in the middle of you're road
Hard times, creepin' up on the good folks you know
Hard times, you're huddlin' around a wood burnin' stove
Hard times, From the California hills to the Cumberland road
Never be ashamed of where you're from
There's nothing wrong with you're last name
So don't be lookin' for people to blame
Cause hard times they come and they go
Most of the time they're in the middle of you're road
Same pain, different way
Don't you know son when it pours it rains
Hard times, Creepin' up on the good folks you know
Hard times, You're daddy wakes up and you lit the stove
Hard times, From the California hills to the Cumberland road
Most of the good folks have tried and tried
Makin' livin' on your minimum wage
You're comin' up short nearly every day
What's enough and what's the cost
You can't stand up cause all is lost
The oil is up and your doors are locked
There's a poor boy livin' on every block
Hard times, creepin' up on the good folks you know
Hard times, you're livin down the rest of you know
Hard times, From the California hills to the Cumberland road
Never be ashamed of where you're from
There's nothing wrong with you're last name
So don't be lookin' for people to blame
Cause hard times they come and they go
Most of the time they're in the middle of you're road
The Same pain, different way
Don't you know when it pours it rains
And it'll always be around
Followin you from town to town
But you can get up when it puts you down
Cause everybody's got 'em if you look around
Hard times, creepin' up on the good folks you know
Hard times, you're huddlin' around a wood burnin' stove
Hard times, From the California hills to the Cumberland road
Song Info
Submitted by
brando523 On Apr 13, 2010
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