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My Grandma's |
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Grandpa.Came over across the sea. |
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In the boiler room of a steam ship. |
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On his way from |
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Germany.He was running from the |
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Kaiser.Who was putting the hammer down. |
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And the cries of the dying men. |
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Were such an awful sound. |
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They were such an awful sound. |
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Hard times. |
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Hard times. |
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Hard times made us. |
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And my father was a railroad man. |
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A mechanic, and son of the soil. |
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His back was busted. |
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And his hands were cut and sore. |
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His hands were cut and sore. |
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But he swore that hard times. |
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Hard times. |
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Hard times made us. |
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You know that hard times. |
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Hard times. |
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Hard times made us. |
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And I would not trade them all for anything. |
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Uncle Sam. |
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Well he aint no kin to me. |
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And what we have. |
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Is a crisis of authority. |
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Its a crisis of authority. |
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Hard times. |
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Hard times. |
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Hard times made us. |
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You know that hard times. |
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Hard times. |
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Hard times made us. |
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And I would not trade them all for anything. |
