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Hard Times

    (Wesley Wilson)
Photograph of Coot Grant and Kid Wesley Wilson
Transcribed from vocals by Wesley Wilson, recorded February 10. 1931,
From Coot Grant and Kid Wilson, Complete Recorded Works in Chronological Order, v. 2: 1928-1931, Document Records, DOCD-5564.

Boy, it's hard times, hard times,
Done got the best of me;
Hard times, hard times,
Keep on hurting me!

Boy, I went to the employment office to get myself a job and go to work.
I couldn't even get a job diggin' in the dirt.
So I went and got myself in a long bread line.
And all the bread give out, 'bout time I walked to get in line.

'Cause it's hard times, hard times,
Done got the best of me;
Hard times, hard times,
Keep on hurting me!

Boy, I got five children, the oldest one is nine.
I got to support 'em 'cause every one of 'em's mine.
I walked so hard lookin' for work today I'm almost out of breath.
Hard times on top of me, man, and whipping me most to death.

'Cause it's hard times, hard times,
Done got the best of me;
Hard times, hard times,
Keep on hurting me!

Boy, I seen some good leavin' in a garbage can today,
In the back of a restaurant just across the way,
I turned my head to hear and see a jazz band play,
The garbage man come and rolled the garbage can away.

'Cause it's hard times, hard times,
Done got the best of me;
Hard times, hard times,
Keep on hurting me!

Boy, I went home last night, pulled off my coat and hat,
I said, "Wife, go cook me some supper," and in a chair I sat.
She said, "Ain't nothin' in the kitchen but some lard I fried without the fat,"
I said, "Go into the kitchen, mama, and cook me some of that."

'Cause it's hard times, hard times,
Done got the best of me;
Hard times, hard times,
Keep on hurting me!

Boy, I'll tell you the truth, I don't know what's wrong with me.
I can't drink milk, coffee, and I can't drink tea.
I can't eat chicken, I don't care how good and fat,
Well, I'll tell you the reason, boy, I can't get that.

'Cause it's hard times, hard times,
Done got the best of me;
Hard times, hard times,
Keep on hurting me!

Boy, I ain't never seen times so hard in all my life before!
Since nineteen seven, that's been twenty-three years ago,
I saw a black cat sittin' in an alley on top of a milk can,
Eatin' a red onion and cryin' like a natural man.

'Cause it's hard times, hard times,
Done got the best of me;
Hard times, hard times,
Keep on hurting me!



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Published 9/17/99.


 


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