Cold Hard Times

In the waking hours of some not-too-distant morning

You'll come walking barefoot through this cowboy mind

Selling yesterday's dreams wrapped in tomorrow's paper

Whistling for a dog mankind except you'll never find

It's a cold hard world, love

These are cold hard times

These are cold hard times

Standing in some narrow space, you'll hear your mother crying

For the thoughts she had and didn't use, now they're gone

And your father's still out back, he's selling and he's buying

There's nothing he can give you 'cause he's never once been wrong

It's a cold hard world, love

These are cold hard times

These are cold hard times

I heard my brother died last week, or was that just a rumor

From an overdose of hate taken in his vein

I heard the preacher said God must have a sense of humor

'Cause when they put him in the grave, it didn't even rain

It's a cold hard world, love

These are cold hard times

These are cold hard times

These are cold hard times