Paroles Hard Times

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The ole man stand by the lone chute, he sold his calves t'day.
He spits in the dust between his boots, as the semi pulls away.
The slick blue check in his grimy hands, shoves down in his coat.
It won't make the payment on the land, or pay the interest on the note.
Oh, it's hard, hard times
He's a young man with a loving wife, two children and a home.
Plans to build a better life, and put a mortgage on his own.
He lost his job when the boom went bust, still got bills to pay.
Now he's pickin' up cans in the roadside dust, she's at the feed-rack
Oh, it's hard, hard times
Now the ole grey banker sits behind his desk, beneath a worried frown.
Of the tangled mess of some good folks goin' down.
He's known some of 'em for thirty years, and some point the finger of blame.
An' no one sees his tears, except the one who shares his name.
Oh, it's hard, hard times
Oh, it's hard, hard times