Our Song

I guess I'll have to leave this home of mine, girl
I'll just have to find myself a job
The children haven't eaten for a week now
I just don't know what's going on

Another day, another conversation
Things can't go on the way they are
Think I'll have to join the congregation
And pray that things don't go mighty so far

Life gets harder every day
Poor man's got to find a way

Working hard, trying to get as much money as I can
Travel far, waiting for the work to come in
I'd like to work each day but if I try
You know I might end up in a graveyard

Life gets harder every day
Poor man's got to find a way

I wish I had two dimes to rub togеther
Haven't seen a cent for many a day
I'd likе to buy a ticket for the station
But I haven't got the money yet to pay

Life gets harder every day
Poor man's got to find a way
Life gets harder every day
Poor man's got to find a way