Times Are Getting Hard

Times are getting hard boys
Money's getting scarce

If times don't get no better boys
I'm gone to leave this place

Take my true love by the hand
Lead her thru the town

Saying goodbye to everyone
Good-bye to everyone

Take my bible from the bed
Shotgun from the wall
Take old Sal and hitch her up

The wagon for to haul

Pile the chairs and beds up high
Let nothing drag the ground
Sal can pull and we can push
We're bound to leave this town

Made a crop a year ago
It withered to the ground

Tried to get some credit
But the banker turned me down

Goin' to Californiay
Where everything is green
Goin' to have the warry best farm
That you have ever seen

Times are getting hard boys
Money's getting scarce

If times don't get no better boys

I'm going to leave this place