Hard Times

I bought a house at the mouth of the holler

A ring at the pawn shop and a crib for the kid

I heard some word, there was work up in Hindman

I'm going tomorrow and hope that there is

My sweat and my wages they don't seem to weight out

I'm gettin' more aches than I'm gainin' in gold

Whoever said you could raise you a family

Just workin' your ass off knee deep in coal?

Well, the sign at the church says "I'll reap what I'm sowin'"

But I ain't lost sleep, it'll come in due time

And if the Lord wants to take me, I'm here for the taking

'Cause Hell's probably better than tryin' to get by

You can see me on the front page

It'll be out tomorrow

A boy in his 20s, shot down in his prime

For trying to hold up the Texaco station

They'll say I was desperate

They're probably right