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My last song is another quiet country song. If I come back here it will be louder at least. A lot of rewrites went into the lyrics of this song. If you can give it a chance to the chorus then that's the song payoff. The second half is more of the same. This is an Americana song about the Great Depression of the 1930's. And it wouldn't have existed without 'Grapes of Wrath' but it also describes my situation to a 't'. It's basically a bunch of words wrapped around the E major chord. Thanks for the listens.
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Lyrics
Hard Times, Man
They were hard times, the nineteen thirties were
We started dirt poor and we just got dirtier
The humble ate the greedy
The suave grew sad and seedy
As they moved across the land
I'm telling you it was hard times, man
Me and my dogs never felt freer
We hop on a freight and ride with the steer
In the open air it's fine, just a hint of stale bovine
And if we find work we'll make it
And it we don't we'll learn to fake it
You gotta move when you gotta move
And you gotta move when the man tell you
"Pick your load up and take it on down the line"
And you gotta move when your kids can't eat
And you gotta move when your itchy feet
Say you gotta move
You take your load down the line
Ain't got one nickel
Ain't got a dime
Well we had no union, had no one to picket
But when we rode the trains we just didn't use a ticket
Packed sardines on the coast
For a year and a day
But movin with the migrant nation
That's my full-time occupation
And sometimes pain can make you stronger
But if you take it easy you'll live a lot longer
You're a rich man now, but who's to say
You might lose your socks, son
But a barefoot man still walks on
Gotta move!
They were hard times, the nineteen thirties were
We started dirt poor and we just got dirtier
The humble ate the greedy
The suave grew sad and seedy
As they moved across the land
I'm telling you it was hard times, man
Me and my dogs never felt freer
We hop on a freight and ride with the steer
In the open air it's fine, just a hint of stale bovine
And if we find work we'll make it
And it we don't we'll learn to fake it
You gotta move when you gotta move
And you gotta move when the man tell you
"Pick your load up and take it on down the line"
And you gotta move when your kids can't eat
And you gotta move when your itchy feet
Say you gotta move
You take your load down the line
Ain't got one nickel
Ain't got a dime
Well we had no union, had no one to picket
But when we rode the trains we just didn't use a ticket
Packed sardines on the coast
For a year and a day
But movin with the migrant nation
That's my full-time occupation
And sometimes pain can make you stronger
But if you take it easy you'll live a lot longer
You're a rich man now, but who's to say
You might lose your socks, son
But a barefoot man still walks on
Gotta move!
Feter
Loved the E chord and all what round around it ..
Hard time ? are you serious ? dont say it man !!
this is a cool depression song and i can feel
lots of that .... loved this ...a classic !!!
thnx alot for sharin !!!!