| We got up before sunup to get the work done up
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| We’d work in the fields till the sun had gone down
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| We’ve stood and we’ve cried as we helplessly watched
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| A hailstorm a beatin' our crops to the ground
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| And I’ve gone to bed hungry many nights as a lad
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| In the good old days when times were bad
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| I’ve seen daddy’s hands break open and bleed
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| And I’ve seen him work till he’s stiff as a board
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| I’ve seen mama lay and suffer in sickness
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| In need of a doctor we couldn’t afford
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| Anything at all was more than we had
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| In the good old days when times were bad
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| No ammount of money could buy from me
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| The mem’ries that I have of them
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| No ammount of money could pay me
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| To go back and live through it again
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| We’ve got up before we found ice on the floor
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| Where the wind would blew snow
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| Through the cracks in the wall
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| And I’ve walked many miles to an old country school
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| With my luch in a bag of my overalls
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| Anything at all was more than we had
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| In the good old days when times were bad
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| No ammount of money could buy from me
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| The mem’ries that I have of them
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| No ammount of money could pay me
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| To go back and live through it again |