Текст песни Bobby Bare - Hard Time Hungrys
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There`s an old man sittin` in a rented room sittin` and watchin` the wallTryin` to remember the good ole days and wonderin` why the kids don`t callThey used to go drivin` in the summer sun when his woman was aliveNow he reads his Gideon Bible and waits for his welfare check to arriveHe got the hard time hungrys doin` the best that he canLord the hard time hungrys are spreadin` all over the landThere`s a Tennessee housewife shoppin` in the market wearin` her last used jeansShe picks up a roast then changes her mindPuts it back down and buys some more beansHer old man`s workin` in the filling station and what`s he gonna sayWhen he sits down to a table full of nothin` after workin` like a dog all dayHe got the hard time hungrys doin` the best that they canI see the hard time hungrys spreadin` all over the landA Mississippi farmer he`s watchin` the sky wondering if it`s gonna rainThe payment`s due on the tractor Lord and the subsidy`s been taken awayAnd in New York City a taxicab driver screams at the world outsideCause it sure is hot and nobody`s got the money for a cross town rideLord they got the hard time hungrys...Now I ain`t no preacher and I ain`t no teacher but one thing`s sure as the sunIf the dollar keeps a droppin` and prices keep a risin` the worst is yet to comeWe got the hard time hungrys I feel it touchin` my handLord I see the hard time hungrys spreadin` all over the landYes I see the hard time hungrys spreadin` all over the land