Matthew Key - Hard Times

He liked to go to church
And listen to the man
He'd ask a lot of questions
'cause he couldn't understand
His phone won't stop ringing
From debts he's yet to pay
These times get harder
Each and every day
But now he's found a war
That faces some of us
He's broken down and poor
The morphine and the bottle finally won
These hard times will find you
And leave you needing more
Whether it's a bad day
Or death is knocking at your door
These hard times will kill you
Or just leave you at the bar
Oh but crying never got you very far
He's having hard… hard-hard times
He's having hard… hard times
He has friends in many places
That don't mean he gets around
It's 'cause of all these faces
That he never hit the ground
But now he's found a war
That faces some of us
He couldn't take no more
The hotels and the shotgun finally won
Well these hard times will find you
And leave you needing more
Whether it's a bad day
Or death is knocking at your door
These hard times will kill you
Or just leave you at the bar
Oh but crying never got you very far
He's having hard… hard-hard times
He's having hard… hard times
These hard times will find you
And leave you needing more
Whether it's a bad day
Or death is knocking at your door
These hard times will kill you
Or just leave you at the bar
Oh but crying never got you very far

Written by:
Matthew Key

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