William Elliott Whitmore
Hard Times
My grandma's grandpa came over across the seaIn the boiler room of a steam ship on his way from GermanyHe was runnin' from the Kaiser who was puttin' the hammer downAnd the cries of the dyin' men were such an awful soundOh they were such an awful soundOh hard times, hard timesHard times made usMy father was a railroad man, a mechanic and a son of the soilHis back was busted and his hands were cut and soreOh his hands were cut and soreBut he swore thatHard times, hard times Hard times made usYou know thatHard times hard timesHard times made usOh and I would not trade them all for anythingUncle Sam well he ain't no kin to meAnd what we have is a crisis of authorityOh it's a crisis of authorityOh hard times hard timesSongtexteHard times made usYou know thatHard times hard timesHard times made usOh and I would not trade them all for anything
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