Hard Days

(albüm: Nashville, Season 6: Episode 8 - 2018)

I know that I was given everything I could take
From the moment I was living I was dying to make
Nothing out of something or real out of fake
It's hard days living in the world

Said the man on the corner with a sign in his hands
And the other in his pocket, a feverish grin
"Could you spare me a dollar, or whatever you can?"
It's hard days living in the world

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

The mother in the market with her kids in line
Getting poorer every second trying hard to survive
The water isn't running, the bills pile high
It's hard days living in the world

The paper trends of terror and an oil hike
The communistic pleasures of a union strike
The president shelters in his bed at night
It's hard days living in the world

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

The soldier in the desert with a shot in the heart
As his mother gets a letter saying he fought hard
Well it doesn't help the matter if he's honored or not
It's hard days living in the world

The choir sings a hymn, oh, in staccato spurts
The family in the front row looking to her
And everyone's an angel for what it's worth
It's hard days living in the world

Oh, oh
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh

I know that I was given everything I could take
From the moment I was living I was dying to make
Nothing out of something or real out of fake
It's hard days living in the world
Yeah it's hard days living in the world
Yeah it's hard days living in the world