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.