Odessa

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While we seek mirth and beauty and
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 music light and gay,
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There are frail forms fainting at 
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the door.
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Though their voices are silent, 
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their pleading looks will say,
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Oh, hard times, come again no more.


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There's the song, the sigh of the
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 weary.
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Hard times, hard times, come again 
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no more.
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Many days you have lingered on 
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around my cabin door.
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Oh, hard times, come again no more.


[Verse 1]

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He was an Odessa boy with a daddy in
 the money
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he played for Mojo back in the boom
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drove a Corvette took what he 
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wanted from people
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they learned to give him lots of 
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room

[Chorus]
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Well he never learned to work
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but that never really mattered
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because the dark crude flowed
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the wild oats scattered
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the dark, crude, it flowed
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He fought, he flattered
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and he got what he wanted
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it was the only thing that mattered


[Verse 2]
Well life was easy and the big jacks
 pumped
pooring cash from the permian field
There were cabinets full of high 
grade scotch
garage, full of high speed steel

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
Then he killed a girl when he rolled
 the Corvette
Daddy's money made the lawyers go 
away
his mother bought vodka with all 
that cash
she kind of knew, yeah she kind of 
knew

Well he's an old man now
lives on his dead Daddy's place
never took a wife, gunna die without
 a trace
you see he loved the girl who was 
pinned in the 'vette
he talkes to her everyday
her face face was blood and diamonds
he remembers her, that way.

[Chorus]

[Otro](same chords as Intro)
There's a pale droopy maiden who 
toiled her life away
With a worn heart, whose better days
 are o'er.
Though her voice it would be merry, 
'tis sighin' all the day,
Oh, hard times, come again no more.