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Oh some folks say

hard times be coming agin

and I hope I ain't here

if and  when

for we was down to bone and skin

and I don't won't that ter happen agin

We was so hungry, and skinny and poor

and we only had the clothes we wore

We'd jump in a gator hole

next to the shore

and wash them on our rib cage

just like an old wash board

We'd sit on an orange crate

to eat our meat

and there was lots of space

'tween the slats in the seat

and just about the time

you was ready to dig in

little brother would push them together

and they'd pinch like sin

Oh they say hard times

is a coming agin

and I hope I'm dead

if and when

My skin hung down like moss on a log

and my hopes were no higher than knuckles on a hog

and my Daddy would always say

we going ter sink or swim

eating black eye peas and sow belly

boiled swamp cabbage  and muddy bream