Times Are Getting Hard, Boys (Trad.; arranged and expanded by Lee Hays) Times are getting hard, boys, Money's getting scarce If things don't get no better, boys, Gonna leave this place Take my true love by the hand Lead her thru the town. Saying good-bye to everyone Good-bye to everyone. 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 up high Let nothing drag 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 banker turned me down But I'm goin' to Californ-i-ay Where everything is green Goin' to have the best ole farm That you have ever seen. Copyright TRO, renewed 1977 Folkways Music Publishers Inc. DC
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