paroles de chanson Times Has Done Got Hard - King Solomon Hill

Ah baby, darling, we got to move
Ah baby, darling, we got to move
It's something wrong, must be no good, that mailman is ridin' through

I say, that rent man, he won't stand no square
I say, that rent man, he say he ain't goinna stand no square
And I ain't gonna stand none of his
Foolishness, I'll move before I'll stay here

Time has got so tough, I can't pay my rent
And my old brownskin worries me so
Bad that I ain't got my real good sense

I done spent my money, then I done pawned my clothes
Soon as I told my brownskin 'bout it she kicked my clothes outdoors

(Boys, these times is tough!)

Hmmmm, I won't be bad no more
Mama, don't get mad with me, yet you kick my clothes outdoors

Lord, I'm blue, I won't try that kid no more
I say doggone a woman ain't got no
More care than to kick my clothes outdoors

(Baby, these tough times will make you do most anything! Won't me!)

I'm goin' sing this song, I'm goin' moan for joy
I say goodbye brownskin, hello high brown, hello boys

Well I'm singin' in Milwaukee, I'm goin' back to Chicago