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Far back I remember
A whole lot of farms
Had to pick cotton
With a strong back and arm
Mr. Charlie, he gave me pain
Jug of corn liquor
At the end of the day
Hard time
Hard time
Hard time follow me
How I ever came this far
I swear I don't know
The Lord must have helped me
Up through this Jim Crow
I suffered so long
Down in the South
My folks left me early
With no food for my mouth
Hard time
Hard time
Hard time follow me
I connived to get money
Then I found me a wife
I needed her help
To live this life
I was in hell
And that's no joke
About all was missing
Was the fire and the smoke
Hard time
Hard time
Hard time follow me
Oh, why don't you give me a little bit of soul now
Look out
Wow, Lord have mercy
Now we live in the city
The best life we've had
But trouble's starting
And folks are getting mad
People screaming
For their rights
Tearing up the city
Having riots and fights
Hard time
Hard time
Hard time follow me
Oh yeah
Hard time
Hard time
Hard time follow me
Lord have mercy
I had so much trouble
I been down so long
Hard time
Hard time follow me