Текст песни Hard to Believe - Slaid Cleaves

We got old-time bars still standing on downtown city streets
Old ladies serving drinks inside with no color in their cheeks
Listening to a Haggard song, you can put your old blue collar on
Old Milwaukee on Christmas Eve, it's hard to believe

Street girls hop from foot to foot trying to keep warm
Trying to pay down a few bills before the next big storm
On a corner, trembling in the wind, amazed at the mess they're in
Wipin' their noses on their sleeve, it's hard to believe

Well, I swore I'd leave the day they knocked that old smokestack down
But there's a guy I need to talk to before I quit this town
Drivin' past the prison yard, still got my old Teamsters card
Still waitin' on my reprieve, it's hard to believe

When I looked into her smiling eyes, I saw dreams so fine
Like the Spirit of Chicago on a lonesome old railroad line
I would have gone with her that day, I just watched her as she drove away
I guess one of us had to leave, it's hard to believe

Here comes another blown-up kid from over there
Making the whole world safe for the millionaires
The same old swindle hides behind a fresh new coat of lies
It's no time to be naive, it's hard to believe

We got old-time bars still standing on downtown city streets
Old ladies serving drinks inside with no color in their cheeks
Listening to a Haggard song, you can put your old blue collar on
It's another New Year's Eve, it's hard to believe
It's hard to believe