April Wine - Hard Times lyrics

(Jimmy Dean/lyrics by Myles Goodwyn)

Published by Acuff Rose Music, Inc. - BMI

Hard times, hard times, hard times, hard times

When the college professor has no class

And the quarterback would rather pass

And the pump jockey complains of gas

It's hard times, hard times

When the taxi driver he can't hack it

And the tennis player can't stand the racket

When allies refuse to pack it, it's hard times

Hard times, hard times, real hard times

When the elevator can't find the floor

And the doorman he can't find the door

When they give to the rich what they take from the poor, it's hard times

Seems your money's gone before it's spent

If you're not busted then you're badly bent

To give it away doesn't make any sense, it's hard times

Hard times, hard times, real hard times, hard times

Now grandma forgets how to knit

And the wise man has lost his wit

And my tailor feels unfit, it's hard times, hard times

When the fashion model's lost her poise

And Santa Clause smashes all the toys

When boys could be girls, and girls could be boys, it's hard times

Hard times, hard times, real hard times, hard times

When the clock on the wall's got no time for jokes

And Kreskin says it's all a hoax

When the Surgeon General chain smokes, it's hard times

When the truck driver don't wanna truck

And the hockey player won't touch the puck

And the rock musician don't wanna fool around, it's hard times

Hard times, hard times, real hard times

Harder times, hard times

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