Those Poor Bastards
These Are Hard Times
My old manHe put me in jailIt's hardMy old manHe put me in jailIt's hardWhere the doors are locked and barredWith a big long chain tied to the floorDamn his soul, I'm weak and I'm poorThese are hard times for sureMy darlin forgot my nameIt's hardMy darlin forgot my nameAnd it's hardI was dealt the blues in cardsOnce she came to visit meTurned away fast as can beThese are hard times for sureI stole myself some rope todayIt's hardI stole myself some rope todayIt's hardMy body I'll discardAnd then my soul will fly awayWhere it'll go, I don't dare to sayThese are hard times for sureThese are hard times for sureThese are hard times for sure
From Letras Mania