Times Are Gettin' Hard

(альбом: Constant Sorrow - 1965)

Times're getting hard boy, money's almost gone
Times're getting hard boy, time to move along
Gonna take my true love by the hand, lead her from this town
Times're getting hard boy, we're California bound.

Pack up everything we own, that won't take us long
Say goodbye today because tomorrow we'll be gone
It's hard to leave this place it's been hometown for so long
Oh, but the men can't live with nothing's right and everything goes wrong.

Sometimes I drink 'cause sometimes I think maybe I was born with a curse
Things don't get no better for me, they just go from bad to worse
You know I spent my entire life, learned my trade and working hard
Then one day the bossman brought some big machines and next day
he told me I was fired.

Times're getting hard boy, money's almost gone
Times're getting hard boy, time to move along
Gonna take my true love by the hand, lead her from this town
Times're getting hard boy, we're California bound...