Hard Times
Little to show for a hard days work
Maybe black lung, inhaling all that dust
Flip a coin, go right home or stop for a beer
Heads came up, In God We Trust.
Kids playing baseball in the street
Need to put a kitchen window in
Kids didn’t mean it mom, don’t get mad
They were just having fun, ain’t no big sin.
It’s just a little cut, no big deal
Timber came down inside the mine today
No bandage now, the air will help it heal
Gotta go back down tomorrow anyway
I get scared when I hear those timbers crack
Sometimes my blood runs cold as ice
Look above and hope I make it back
Then look down and keep an eye on the mice
Out of sugar, we’ll have to make do
I’ll pick some up when I get paid
Got a nickel raise coming next month
Two bucks a week, we’ll have it made
Yes I still hurt some but it’s time for church
Make some coffee while I get dressed
Sure glad we never had hard times
Living in this country, we’ve been so blessed.
Different perception of life in America
from a different type of immigrant.
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