Lyrics
When I was young, my daddy said, "Son
Never be ashamed of where you're from
There's nothing wrong with your last name
So don't be looking for people to blame"
Hard times, they come and they go
And most of the time, they're in the middle of your road
It's the same thing in different ways
Don't you know, son, when it pours, it rains?
Hard times
In the middle of your road
Hard times
Creeping up on the good folks you know
Hard times
Port of Mеntor on a wood burning stove
Hard times
From the California hills to a Converton road
You've had yours and I'll have mine
Lots of good folks have tried and tried
To make a living on minimum wage
You're coming up short nearly every day
What's it of and what's the cost
If you're all broke down and all is lost?
The order's up and your doors are locked
There's a poor boy living on every block
Singing, hard times
In the middle of your road
Hard times
Creeping up on the good folks you know
Hard times
Your daddy wakes up in the liquor store
Yeah, there's hard times
From the California hills to a Converton road
When I was young, my daddy said, "Son
Never be ashamed of where you're from
There's nothing wrong with your last name
So don't be looking for people to blame"
Hard times, they come and they go
Most of the time, they're in the middle of your road
It's the same thing in different ways
Don't you know, when it pours, it rains?
And it will always be around
Following you from town to town
And you can get up when it puts you down
'Cause everybody's got 'em if you walk around
Hard times
In the middle of your road
Hard times
On the good folks you know
Hard times
People singin' hard times
People singin' hard times
People singin' hard times
People singin' hard times