my boss thinks that im his tool and i guess that he is right
he uses me like this shovel in my hand
but if this shovel was as strong, it wouldnt hold a load of dirt
i guess thats why that im important to that man
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hard times, hard times
knockin, knockin, knockin
knockin on my door
hard times, hard times
but i dont care very much anymore
hard times, hard times
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i think id give anything if i didnt have to work
id get so tired that i just cant take a breath
but im smart enough to know that im not so very smart
if i dont work, i guess ill drink myself to death
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now while i wind my hours away, thinkin simple deeper thoughts
thirstin for a way to be a great big man
but all my thirstin for these things, i have not learned how to punch
with a drink of water from an old tin can
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repeat chorus
hard times
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