Lyrics Havin' Hard Times - John Anderson

Havin' Hard Times

Lord, we’re under the light
And havin' hard times
Mommas worried about Papa and the empty grocery shelf
Papa’s working down under the ground slowly killing himself
He’s working in the mines, havin' hard times
Yeah, he’s workin' in the mines and havin' hard times
It’s the same way in the city working in the factory
It takes all the overtime you can get just to feed your family
Workin' on the line and havin' hard times
Yeah, workin' on the line and havin' hard times
And what used to be a dollar ain’t worth a silver dime
There is no such thing as security
When you’re having all those hard, hard times
I know about some farmers outside of East Moline
They couldn’t work their fields this year 'cause they couldn’t buy gasoline
They’re plantin' by the sides and havin' hard times
Yeah, they’re plantin' side, still havin' hard times
And what used to be a dollar ain’t worth a silver dime
And there is no such thing as security
When you’re having all those hard, hard times
Mommas still worried about Papa and the empty grocery shelf
Papa’s still working down under the ground he’s slowly killing himself
Working in the mines, havin' hard times
Lord, workin' in the mines and still havin' hard times
You don’t have to worry no more, mama
Papa’s gonna pull us through some how
Working in the mines, havin' hard times