Hard Time

I live in the ghetto in a house with all my friends

I live in the ghetto in a house with all my friends

I like my neighbors and I'm also friends with them

When you see me coming, mama, raise your window high

When you see me coming, mama, raise your window high

When you see me leaving, honey, hang your head and cry

I was raised in the country, raised on beef and grain

I was raised in the country, raised on beef and grain

But I live in the city, in a house by a track and train

Buddy, you might see me comin' up and down that CSX line

A walkin' down the sidewalk, singing the brakeman's line

When you see me leavin', mama, hang your head and cry

When you see me leavin', mama, hang your head and cry

I had me 32 ounces and a fat sack of salty pork rinds

I live in the ghetto in a house with all my friends

I live in the ghetto in a house with all my friends

I like my neighbors and I'm also friends with them

Hard time blues

Hard time blues