Hard Time Hungrys — текст песни (Bobby Bare)

There`s an old man sittin` in a rented room sittin` and watchin` the wall
Tryin` to remember the good ole days and wonderin` why the kids don`t call
They used to go drivin` in the summer sun when his woman was alive
Now he reads his Gideon Bible and waits for his welfare check to arrive
He got the hard time hungrys doin` the best that he can
Lord the hard time hungrys are spreadin` all over the land

There`s a Tennessee housewife shoppin` in the market wearin` her last used jeans
She picks up a roast then changes her mind
Puts it back down and buys some more beans
Her old man`s workin` in the filling station and what`s he gonna say
When he sits down to a table full of nothin` after workin` like a dog all day
He got the hard time hungrys doin` the best that they can
I see the hard time hungrys spreadin` all over the land

A Mississippi farmer he`s watchin` the sky wondering if it`s gonna rain
The payment`s due on the tractor Lord and the subsidy`s been taken away
And in New York City a taxicab driver screams at the world outside
Cause it sure is hot and nobody`s got the money for a cross town ride
Lord 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 sun
If the dollar keeps a droppin` and prices keep a risin` the worst is yet to come
We got the hard time hungrys I feel it touchin` my hand
Lord I see the hard time hungrys spreadin` all over the land
Yes I see the hard time hungrys spreadin` all over the land