KobbeKid
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Hard Times
When hard times come they sit a spell, Like kin folk come to stayA-packin' troubles, pets an' kids That always get ‘n your way.
It's drought an' flood, an' flood an' drought, There ain't much in-between.
You work like hell to make ’em good, But still they’re sorta lean.
The ranch went under late last year, The drought got mighty tough.
The boss held-out a long, long time, But finally said, "enough!"
So here I am dispatchin’ cops An’ watchin’ felons sleep,
In Junction, at the county jail, A job I’ll prob’ly keep.
The wife, she works at Leisure Lodge, Where older people stay,
A-makin’ beds an’ moppin’ floors To earn some ‘extra’ pay.
Though “extra pay‘s” the term I used, It goes to payin’ rent,
An’ after all the bills are paid, We wonder where it went.
We hocked my saddle, guns an' chaps, An' then our weddin' rings;
Then when we couldn't pay the loan, They sold the 'dad-blamed' things.
We felt real bad a day or two But then we let it go,
Cause it got Christmas for the kids When money got real slow.
When hard times come they sit a spell, Don't matter who you are;
They'll cost ya things you've set aside, An' clean your cookie jar.
You'll loose some sleep an' worry some,Won't pay to moan an' groan;
But hang on to your happiness, They'll finally leave ya 'lone.
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