Hard Times
Hard times on my shoulders
Have cut these lines in my face
I will fight to make a dollar
Anybody, anytime or place
You know whiskey ain't my poison
It feeds the fire running through my veins
If you ask me I will kindly join in
I get my pleasure from bringing you your pain
I'm on a train to New Orleans this morning
To meet with a man about his life
Don't bother me with all your scorning
Don't need a brother, a mother or a wife
Hard times have left me battered
In health and hungry too
I keep rolling on with all conviction
You can bet I'll be coming after you
I'm on a train to New Orleans this morning
To meet with a man about his life
Don't bother me with all your scorning
Don't need a brother, a mother or a wife
Lyrics by Matt Bastardson