Текст песни ledoux chris - 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 interst on the note.Oh...it`s hard, hard times...He`s a young man with a loving wife, 2 children and a home.Plans to build a better life, and put a mortagage 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-Rackcafe.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 30 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...