Hard Times

I bought a house at the mouth of the holler A ring at the pawn shop and a crib for the kid I heard some word, there was work up in Hindman I'm going tomorrow and hope that there is My sweat and my wages they don't seem to weight out I'm gettin' more aches than I'm gainin' in gold Whoever said you could raise you a family Just workin' your ass off knee deep in coal? Well, the sign at the church says "I'll reap what I'm sowin'" But I ain't lost sleep, it'll come in due time And if the Lord wants to take me, I'm here for the taking 'Cause Hell's probably better than tryin' to get by You can see me on the front page It'll be out tomorrow A boy in his 20s, shot down in his prime For trying to hold up the Texaco station They'll say I was desperate They're probably right