In the waking hours of some not-too-distant morning You'll come walking barefoot through this cowboy mind Selling yesterday's dreams wrapped in tomorrow's paper Whistling for a dog mankind except you'll never find It's a cold hard world, love These are cold hard times These are cold hard times
Standing in some narrow space, you'll hear your mother crying For the thoughts she had and didn't use, now they're gone And your father's still out back, he's selling and he's buying There's nothing he can give you 'cause he's never once been wrong It's a cold hard world, love These are cold hard times These are cold hard times
I heard my brother died last week, or was that just a rumor From an overdose of hate taken in his vein I heard the preacher said God must have a sense of humor 'Cause when they put him in the grave, it didn't even rain It's a cold hard world, love These are cold hard times These are cold hard times
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