Текст песни Hard Times

When I was young my daddy said, Son

Never be ashamed of where your from

There's nothin wrong with your last name

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 the road

It's the same pain in different ways

Don't your know, Son, when it pours it rains

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Hard times

In the middle of your road

Hard times

Creepin up on the good folks you know

Hard times

You daddy wakes up and you lit the stove

Hard times

From the California hills to the Coverdale Road

You got yours and I have mine

Mostly good folks have tried and tried

To make a livin on your minimum wage

Your coming up short nearly every day

And what's enough and what's the cost

You can't stand up cause all is lost

You roll us up and your doors are locked

There's a poor boy livin on every block

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Hard times

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Hard times

Creepin up on the good folks you know

Hard times

You're livin down the rest of you knows

Hard times

From the California hills to the Coverdale Road

When I was young my daddy said, Son

Never be ashamed of where your from

There's nothin wrong with your last name

So don't be lookin for people to blame

Cause hard times they come and they go

And most of the time they're in the middle of your road

It's the same pain, different way

Don't your 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

Chorus

Hard times

In the middle of your road

Hard times

Creepin up on the good folks you know

Hard times

Huddled around a wood burnin stove

Hard times

From the California hills to the Coverdale Road