Hard Times Songtext

Hard Times(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 gasIt's ahrd times, hard timesWhen the taxi driver he can't hack itAnd the tennis player can't stand the racketWhen allies refuse to pack it, it's hard timesHard times, hard times, real hard timesWhen the elevator can't find the floorAnd the doorman he can't find the doorWhen they give to the rich what they take from the poor, it's hard timesSeems your money's gone before it's spentIf you're not busted then you're badly bentTo give it away doesn't make any sense, it's 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, it's hard times, hard timesWhen the fashion model's lost her poiseAnd Santa Clause smashes all the toysWhen boys could be girls, and girls could be boys, it's hard timesHard times, hard times, real hard times, hard timesWhen the clock on the wall's got no time for jokesAnd Kreskin says it's all a hoaxWhen the Surgeon General chain smokes, it's hard timesWhen the truck driver don't wanna truckAnd the hockey player won't touch the puckAnd the rock musician don't wanna fool around, it's hard timesHard times, hard times, real hard timesHarder times, hard timesI was talking to this lady the other day and she was telling me..........