Hard Times Lyrics - Singles - Bingham Ryan

When I was young my daddy said son 

Never be ashamed of where your from 

There's nothing wrong with your last name 

So don't be lookin' for people to blame 

Cause hard times they come and they go 

Most of the time there in the middle of your road 

Same pain, in different ways 

Don't ya know son when it pours it rains 

Hard times, in the middle of your road 

Hard times, creeping up on the good folks you know 

Hard times, your daddy wakes up in your liquor store 

Hard times, from the California hills to the Cumberland road 

You got yours and id have mine 

Most of the good folks have tried and tried 

Make a minimum on your minimum wage 

Your Comin' up short nearly every day 

Whats enough and whats the cost 

They cant stand up cause all is lost 

??? is up and your doors are locked 

There's a poor boy living on every block 

Hard times, in the middle of your road 

Hard times, creeping up on the good folks you know 

Hard times, living down where the rest of you know 

Hard times, from the California hills to the Cumberland road 

When i was young my daddy said son 

Never be ashamed of where your from 

There's nothing wrong with your last name 

So don't be looking for people to blame 

Cause hard times they come and they go 

And most of the time there in the middle of your road 

Its the same pain every way 

Don't you know when in pours it rains 

Then I'll always be around 

Following you from town to town 

But you can get up when they put you down 

Cause everybody's got 'em if you look around 

Hard times, in the middle of your road 

Hard times, creeping up on the good folks you know 

Hard times, huddling around the wood burning stove 

Hard times, from the California hills to the Cumberland road