Hard Times (3:21)

HARD TIMES (3:21)

Contact:
Chris Myers
chris@rbrentertainment.com

Songwriters, Publishing & PRO:
Kathy Hudson, Mayfield Lake Music, ASCAP
Davis Corley, Smoke and Honeysuckle Music, SESAC
Mark Addison Chandler, Carolina True Music, BMI

ISRC: QZEU61800028

Lyrics

The only home I’ve ever known
Was the Cumberland Plateau
No silver spoon
You’re born to go hungry
With the rails of the coal cars
And the pipes from the stills
May as well been the bars of a prison cell

I was raised on the land
Where my grandpa raised the man
Who was really just a boy I called my daddy
Like his daddy before him
And his grandpa before them
I come from a long line
of coal mines and moonshine
Born into a lifetime
Of hard times

In the spring of ’43
My great grandpa lost his life
That canary stopped it’s singing
Down the Etna mine
Uncle Joe lost his leg
When the feds shot up his still
But he still fiddles dixie
Sends it ringing through those hills

I can’t see the point of leavin’
No one gets away
With coal dust in your lungs
And whiskey in your veins

I’m from a long line
Of coal mines and moonshine
Born into a lifetime
Of hard times