Текст песни Bobby Bare - Hard Time Hungrys
Bobby Bare - Hard Time Hungrys слова песни
(Shel Silverstein)
There`s an old man sittin` in a rented room
Sittin` and watchin` the wall
Tryin` to remember the good ole days
And wonderin` why the kids don`t call.
They used to go drivin` in the summer sun
When his woman was alive
Now he reads his Gideon Bible and waits
For his welfare check to arrive.
He got the hard time hungrys
Doin` the best that he can
Lord, the hard time hungrys
Are spreadin` all over the land.
There`s a Tennessee housewife shoppin` in the market
Wearin` her last used jeans
She picks up a roast then changes her mind
Puts it back down and buys some more beans.
Her old man`s workin` in the filling station
And what`s he gonna say
When he sits down to a table full of nothin`
After workin` like a dog all day.
He got the hard time hungrys
Doin` the best that they can
I see the hard time hungrys
Spreadin` all over the land.
A Mississippi farmer he`s watchin` the sky
Wondering if it`s gonna rain
The payment`s due on the tractor Lord
And the subsidy`s been taken away.
And in New York City a taxicab driver
Screams at the world outside
`Cause it sure is hot and nobody`s got
The money for a cross town ride.
Lord, they got the hard time hungrys
Doin` the best that they can
I see the hard time hungrys
Spreadin` all over the land.
Now I ain`t no preacher and I ain`t no teacher
But one thing`s sure as the sun
If the dollar keeps a droppin` and prices keep a risin`
The worst is yet to come.
We got the hard time hungrys
I feel it touchin` my hand
Lord, I see the hard time hungrys
Spreadin` all over the land.
Yes, I see the hard time hungrys
Spreadin` all over the land...