Hard Times Songtext
von Tyler Childers

I bought a house at the mouth of the holler, a ring at the pawn shop, and a crib for the kid
I heard some word there was work up in Hindman.
I'm going tomorrow and hope that there is.
My sweat and my wages they don't seem to weight out.
I'm gettin' more aches than I'm gainin' in gold.
Whoever said you could raise you a family just a'workin' your ass off knee deep in coal?
Well the sign at the church says I'll reap what I'm sowin', but I ain't lost sleep.
It'll come in due time. If the Lord wants to take me I'm here for the taking. '
Cause hell's probably better than tryin' to get by.
You can see me on the front page.
It'll be out tomoroww.
A boy in his 20's, shot down in his prime.
For trying to hold up a Texaco station.
They'll say I was despereate.
They're probably right.