Cold Hard Times

	作词 : Hazlewood
	In the waking hours of some not too distant morning
	You come walking barefoot to this cowl pulled mind
	Selling yesterday's dreams wrapped in tomorrow's paper
	Whistling for a dog named kindness that you'll never find
	It's a cold, hard world love
	These are cold hard times
	These are cold hard times
	Standing in some narrow space you'll hear your mother crying
	For the thoughts she had and didn't use and now they're gone
	And your father is still out back he's selling and he's buying
	There's nothing he can give you 'cause he's never once been wrong
	It's a cold, hard world love
	These are cold hard times
	These are cold hard times
	I heard my brother died last week or was it just a rumor
	From an overdose of hate taken in his veins
	I heard the preachers said God must have a sense of humor
	'cause when they put him in the grave it didn't even rain
	It's a cold, hard world love
	These are cold hard times
	These are cold hard times
	These are cold hard times

	zuò cí : Hazlewood
	In the waking hours of some not too distant morning
	You come walking barefoot to this cowl pulled mind
	Selling yesterday' s dreams wrapped in tomorrow' s paper
	Whistling for a dog named kindness that you' ll never find
	It' s a cold, hard world love
	These are cold hard times
	These are cold hard times
	Standing in some narrow space you' ll hear your mother crying
	For the thoughts she had and didn' t use and now they' re gone
	And your father is still out back he' s selling and he' s buying
	There' s nothing he can give you ' cause he' s never once been wrong
	It' s a cold, hard world love
	These are cold hard times
	These are cold hard times
	I heard my brother died last week or was it just a rumor
	From an overdose of hate taken in his veins
	I heard the preachers said God must have a sense of humor
	' cause when they put him in the grave it didn' t even rain
	It' s a cold, hard world love
	These are cold hard times
	These are cold hard times
	These are cold hard times