By: Jimmy Buffett
1970
Every day held a new surprise
I watched the hunger burning in my sister`s eyes
The paste-board shack we called a home
Would haunt me in my dreams
`Cause there`s nothing soft about hard times
There`s nothing soft about hard times
We never knew anything groovy
A dime meant bread and not a movie
The muscles that controlled my smile were rarely ever used
`Cause there`s nothing soft about hard times
There`s nothing soft about hard times
Chorus:
I had to go `cause I could see
I wasn`t meant for poverty
The family ties were broken soon
I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square
I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air
Tomorrow I`ll just hit the street and bum another dime
`Cause there`s nothing soft about hard times
There`s nothing soft about hard times
Chorus:
I had to go `cause I could see
I wasn`t meant for poverty
The family ties were broken soon
I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square
I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air
Tomorrow I`ll just hit the street and bum another dime
`Cause there`s nothing soft about hard times
There`s nothing soft about hard times
There`s nothing soft about
No, no, no, no hard times
There`s nothing soft about hard times
No, no, no, no those hard times
There`s nothing soft about hard times
I`m going to tell you about the hard times
There`s nothing soft about hard times
No, no, no, no hard times