Hard Times
Can't get a job , to get any moneyCan't get a man, to call me honey
Because it's hard, hard times.
Tomorrow is the first of the month
The landlord will be here on the hunt
Because it's hard , hard times.
The candles are fading fast
The darknest alone will last
Because it's hard, hard times.
The struggle , however will past
And one morning we will wake up at last.
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