Times are tough way down south
I haven't seen a cloud that would open it's mouth
and all my wheat and barley heads were wearing thin
The barn is empty of last year's crops
Well I've been givin' all of my rations up
So little Johnny's bones don't go wearing thin
Refrain
Hurtin' for my sons
I've been hurtin' for my daughter
and hurtin' for my dear old wife
When there ain't no bread
No rain and no water
Hurtin' is the only way of life
No time to play my dixieland
I've gotta keep this old hoe in my hand
to ensure my plants will overcome
Now that heat was getting into my head
By the time I finally crawled into bed
my wife could see that I'd been beat by old man sun.
Refrain
When I woke up on the harvest day
There was no sign of my measly hay
Some bandits must've scythed it down at nightfall
So I packed my gun with powder and lead
I remembered what my old father said
He said 'Blood for family's sake ain't no blood at all'
Refrain
credits
from Burdens of Many,
released October 12, 2015
Nathaniel Krikke - Acoustic guitar, harmonica, mandolin, percussion
Mitchell Veldhuisen - Bass, backing vocal
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