Hard Times - Arlo Guthrie

I ain’t got a nickle to call mine

The goverment has made me pay my tax on time

The’ve takin' all my bread

And left me here for Dead

I ain’t even got a lousy dime

Who the hell wants money

When there ain’t none to be had

It don’t make the good times better

It don’t make the bad times bad

Well you find out who your friends are

When you ain’t got a dime

Just trying to make the best of these hard times

I’ve got 15 cars and I can’t afford the gas

We’ve got a horse, but how long can she last

My managers enraged

My banker stands there days

Funny how the money goes so fast

We are broke but we’ve been broke before

But being broke don’t scare us anymore

My daddy’s broke and grandpa too

But I’m still here to sing for you

We are going to make it thru for sure…

Well you find out who your friends are

When you ain’t got a dime

Just trying to make the best of these hard times