Hard Times

Foreman says the machine’s still down

But I know that he’s lying

I’d sell my soul for some work right now

But nobody’s buying

Hard times seem to follow me around

Hard times till they put me in this no good limestone ground

Hanging in like a railroad nail

Too deep for crying

I told the banker the check’s in the mail

But I won’t put it in writing

Hard times seem to follow me around

Hard times till they put me in this no good limestone ground

Hard times seem to follow me around

Hard times till they put me in the ground

Hard times seem to follow me around

Hard times till they put me in this no good limestone ground