Hard Times

The ol' man stands by the lone chute, he sold his calves today
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
Won't make the payment on the land, or pay the interst 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, 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 cafe

Oh, it's hard, hard times

Now the ol' grey banker sits behind his desk, beneath a worried frown
He shuffles through the tangled mess of some good folks goin' down
He's known some of 'em for 30 years, and some point the finger of blame
An' no one sees the banker's tears, the one that shares his name

Oh, it's hard, hard times

It's hard, hard times



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Writer(s): Ace Frehley
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