Paroles de Times Are Gettin' Hard
Times are getting? hard boysMoney?s getting? scarce
If times don?t get no better boys
Gonna leave this place
Take my true love by the hand
Lead her from the town
Say goodbye to ev?ryone
Goodbye to ev?ryone
Take my bible from the bed
Shotgun from the wall
Take old Sal and hitch her up
The wagon for to haul
Pile the chairs and beds on high
Let nothing touch the ground
Sal can pull and we can push
We?re bound to leave this town
Made a crop a year ago
It withered to the ground
Tried to get some credit
But the man he turned me down
Goin? to California
Where everything is green
Gonna have the best old farm
That you have ever seen.
Goodbye to ev?ryone
Take my bible from the bed
Shotgun from the wall
Take old Sal and hitch her up
The wagon for to haul
Pile the chairs and beds on high
Let nothing touch the ground
Sal can pull and we can push
We?re bound to leave this town
Made a crop a year ago
It withered to the ground
Tried to get some credit
But the man he turned me down
Goin? to California
Where everything is green
Gonna have the best old farm
That you have ever seen.
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