Текст песни No Hard Times - Jimmie Rodgers

I got a bale of flour, Lord, I got a bucket of lard
I got a bale of flour, Lord, I got a bucket of lard
I ain't got no blues, got chickens in my back yard

Got corn in my crib, cotton growin' in my patch
Got corn in my crib, cotton growin' in my patch
Got that old hen settin', waitin' for that old hen to hatch
Pick that thing, boy
Play it, brother

Gonna buy all my chillin' a brand new pair of shoes
Gonna buy all my chillin' a brand new pair of shoes
I'm gonna quit singin' these doggone, hard time blues

I'm gonna hitch up my mules
I'm gonna take a hoe to my line
Gonna hitch up my mule, take a hoe to my line
And I can't be bothered with all these old hard times
De-yo-de-day-oh, hard times

I'm gonna build me a shanty
Lord, I'm gonna settle down
I'm gonna build me a shanty
Lord, I'm gonna settle down
Gonna get me a corn-fed mama
Lord, and quit runnin' around

I can make more money with my pig and plow
I can make more money with my pig and plow
With my one-eyed mule and my good old Jersey cow
De-yo-de-day-ee, hard time blues