We never knew anything groovy
A dime meant bread and not
a movie
The muscles that controlled
my smile were rarely ever used
'Cause there's nothing soft
about hard times
There's nothing soft about
hard times
Chorus:
I had to go 'cause I could
see
I wasn't meant for poverty
The family ties were broken
soon
I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson
Square
I drink my wine and I breathe
the midnight air
Tomorrow I'll just hit the
street and bum another dime
'Cause there's nothing soft
about hard times
There's nothing soft about
hard times
Chorus:
I had to go 'cause I could
see
I wasn't meant for poverty
The family ties were broken
soon
I went off to find the moon
So I sit on a bench in Jackson
Square
I drink my wine and I breathe
the midnight air
Tomorrow I'll just hit the
street and bum another dime
'Cause there's nothing soft
about hard times
There's nothing soft about
hard times
There's nothing soft about
No, no, no, no hard times
There's nothing soft about
hard times
No, no, no, no those hard
times
There's nothing soft about
hard times
I'm going to tell you about
the hard times
There's nothing soft about
hard times
No, no, no, no hard times
Marco Giunco |
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