Hard Times — текст песни (Ledoux Chris)

The ole man stand by the lone chute, he sold his calves t`day.
He spits in the dust between his boots, as the semi pulls away.
The slick blue check in his grimy hands, shoves down in his coat.
It won`t make the payment on the land, or pay the interst on the note.
Oh...it`s hard, hard times...
He`s a young man with a loving wife, 2 children and a home.
Plans to build a better life, and put a mortagage on his own.
He lost his job when the boom went bust, still got bills to pay.
Now he`s pickin` up cans in the roadside dust, she`s at the Feed-Rack
cafe.
Oh....it`s hard, hard times...
Now the ole grey banker sits behind his desk, beneath a worried frown.
Of the tangled mess of some good folks goin` down.
He`s known some of `em for 30 years, and some point the finger of blame.
An` no one sees his tears, except the one who shares his name.
Oh...it`s hard, hard times...
Oh...it`s hard, hard times...