Letras
Now I grew up in a shotgun shack
Drew water from a well that we dug out back
Mama cooked our supper on a cast iron stove
Dad listened to Hank on his old radio
The cracks in the wall let the wind blow through
While Hank sang a chorus of the Lovesick Blues
Well the times were hard but we didn't complain
When you're down on your luck it'll damn sure rain
It was hot in the summer cold in the winter
And we always seem to have beans for dinner
Hard times brought a lot of hunger and pain
When you're down on your luck it'll damn sure rain
It'll damn sure rain it was hard times
We had an old hound dog and he slept on the porch
Honey coons at night with a pine knot torch
We cut a load of timber for the old saw mill
We chopped a lot of cotton and we plowed in the field
Rode the wagon into town to the general store
We went to a church that had a split floor
Well the times were hard but we didn't complain
When you're down on your luck it'll damn sure rain
I remember it well that old brush broom yard
Dad killing them hogs and mama boiling that lard
That kerosene lamp how it glowed in the night
And the smell of that new ground about daylight
I can see it right now that shotgun shack
Papa drawing that water from the well out back
The times were hard but we didn't complain
When you're down on your luck it'll damn sure rain
Sometimes man the sun don't shine
Your soul gets heavy from the hard times
Gets hard to carry all your bones just pain
And your spirit gets weary in the hard times
Talking to you friends in hard times
Talking about the hard times