Talking about some hard times Now listen to me I grew up in a shotgun shack Drew water from a well that we dug out back Mama cooked our supper on a cast iron stove Daddy listened to Hank on the old radio The cracks in the wall let the wind blow through While Hank sung a chorus of the Love Sick blues Now the times was hard but we didn't complain But when you're down on your luck it'll damn sure rain It was hot in the summer Cold in the winter And we always seemed to have beans for dinner Hard times caused a lot of hunger and pain When you're down on your luck, it'll damn sure rain It'll rain sometimes Lord Talkin' 'bout hard times Listen We had an old hound dog that slept on the porch Hunted 'coons at night with a pine knot torch We cut a lot of timber for the old saw mill We chopped a lot of cotton, and we plowed in the fields Drove a wagon into town to the General Store We went to a church that had a stick board floor Now the times was hard but we didn't complain But when you're down on your luck it'll damn sure rain It was hot in the summer Cold in the winter And we always seemed to have beans for dinner Hard times caused a lot of hunger and pain When you're down on your luck, it'll damn sure rain Oh, it will rain sometimes It was hard times I remember it will I remember it well, that brush front yard Daddy killin' them hogs mama boilin' that lard That kerosene lamp, how it glowed in the night The smell of that mule grime about daylight I can see it right now at the shotgun shack Daddy drawin' water from the well out back Well that time was hard but we didn't complain When you're down on your luck, it'll damn sure rain It was hot in the summer Cold in the winter And we always seemed to have beans for dinner Hard times caused a lot of hunger and pain When you're down on your luck, it'll damn sure rain