April Wine - Hard Times Lyrics
(jimmy dean/lyrics by myles goodwyn)Published by acuff rose music, inc. - bmiHard times, hard times, hard times, hard timesWhen the college professor has no classAnd the quarterback would rather passAnd the pump jockey complains of gasIts hard times, hard timesWhen the taxi driver he cant hack itAnd the tennis player cant stand the racketWhen allies refuse to pack it, its hard timesHard times, hard times, real hard timesWhen the elevator cant find the floorAnd the doorman he cant find the doorWhen they give to the rich what they take from the poor, its hard timesSeems your moneys gone before its spentIf youre not busted then youre badly bentTo give it away doesnt make any sense, its hard timesHard times, hard times, real hard times, hard timesNow grandma forgets how to knitAnd the wise man has lost his witAnd my tailor feels unfit, its hard times, hard timesWhen the fashion models lost her poiseAnd santa clause smashes all the toysWhen boys could be girls, and girls could be boys, its hard timesHard times, hard times, real hard times, hard timesWhen the clock on the walls got no time for jokesAnd kreskin says its all a hoaxWhen the surgeon general chain smokes, its hard timesWhen the truck driver dont wanna truckAnd the hockey player wont touch the puckAnd the rock musician dont wanna fool around, its hard timesHard times, hard times, real hard timesHarder times, hard timesI was talking to this lady the other day and she was telling me..........
