Lyrics 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

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