Hard Times
Mighy Joe Young
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Far back I remember
A whole lotta farms
Had to pick cotton
With a strong back and arm
Mister Charlie, he gave me pay
Jug of corn liquor
At the end of the day
Hard time, hard time
Hard time follow me
How I ever came this far
I swear I don't know
The Lord must have helped me
Up through this Jim Crow
I suffered so long
Down in the South
My folks left me early
With no food for my mouth
I could not get money
Then I found me a wife
I needed her help
To live this life
I was in hell
And that's no joke
About all was missing
Was the fire and the smoke
Now we live in the city
The best life we've had
But trouble's starting
And folks are getting mad
People screaming
For their rights
Tearing up the city
Having riots and fights