Times Are Gettin' Hard 歌词

Times are getting' hard boys Money's getting' scarce If times don't get no better boys Gonna leave this place Take my true love by the hand Lead her from the town Say goodbye to ev'ryone Goodbye to ev'ryone Take my bible from the bed Shotgun from the wall Take old Sal and hitch her up The wagon for to haul Pile the chairs and beds on high Let nothing touch the ground Sal can pull and we can push We're bound to leave this town Made a crop a year ago It withered to the ground Tried to get some credit But the man he turned me down Goin' to California Where everything is green Gonna have the best old farm That you have ever seen.