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.

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