They say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man Well they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man I don't care what time it is I want what's mine and not what's his I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands
They say there's not near enough here to go around They say there's not near enough here to go around I don't mind sharin' bread and supper But when it comes to tobacco it's each man's own And if you brought your own bottle, Come on and sit right down
Sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down Yeah sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down Don't go home and slash your wrists Come out fightin' with both your fists I know you don't believe me, But things sure could turn around
Seems like I've been down this lonesome road before Seems like I've been down this lonesome road before Sometimes I get to movin' and I fall down flat You know you I took a beatin' but I ain't dyin' yet Something keeps me gettin' up and coming back for more
Well they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man Yeah they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man I don't care what time it is I want what's mine and not what's his I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands I wanna pull my wagon with my own two handsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
