Those Poor Bastards – These are hard times 0

My old man, he put me in jail, it's hard
My old man, he put me in jail, it's hard
Where the doors are locked and barred
With a big, long chain tied to the floor
Damn his soul, I'm weak and I'm poor
These are hard times, for sure

My darlin' forgot my name, it's hard
My darlin' forgot my name, it's hard
I was dealt the losin' card
Once she came to visit me
Turned away, fast as can be
These are hard times, for sure

I stole myself some rope today, it's hard
I stole myself some rope today, it's hard
My body, I'll discard
And then my soul will fly away
Where It'll go, I don't dare to say
These are hard times, for sure