Songtext von Hard Times

Hard times hard times My boss thinks that I'm his tool and I guess that he is right Uses me like this shovel in my hand But if the shovel wasn't strong it wouldn't hold a load of dirt I guess that why I'm important to that man Hard times hard times knockin' knockin' knockin' on my door Hard times hard times but I don't care very much anymore Hard times I think I'd give anything if I didn't have to work I get so tired I just can't take a breath But I'm smart enough to know that I'm not so very smart If I don't work I guess I'd drink myself to death Hard times hard times... Hard times hard times... Hard times hard times