Hard Times

When I was young my daddy said, Son Never be ashamed of where you're 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 you know, Son, when it pours it rains 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 You're 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 Hard times In the middle of your road 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 you're 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 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 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 Roa