Lyric Hard Knocks

(Words & music by J. Byers)
Some kids born with a silver spoon
I guess that I was born a little too soon

Hard knocks, all I ever knew was hard knocks
And I m telling you, I said you d better beware
Cause I ve had my share

Some kids born as rich as a king
But I was born without a doggone thing

Hard knocks, all I ever knew was hard knocks
And I m telling you, I said you d better beware
Cause I ve had my share

I walked a million miles I bet
Tired and hungry and cold and wet
I ve heard that lonesome whistle blow
From New York City down to Mexico
Some kids born fancy free
Nobody never gave nothing to me but

Hard knocks, all I ever knew was hard knocks
And I m telling you, I said you d better beware
Cause I ve had my share

I walked a million miles I bet
Tired and hungry and cold and wet
I ve heard that lonesome whistle blow
From New York City down to Mexico
Some kids born fancy free
Nobody never gave nothing to me but

Hard knocks, all I ever knew was hard knocks
And I m telling you, I said you d better beware
Cause I ve had my share
I said you d better beware
Cause I ve had my share
I said you d better beware
Cause I ve had my share of hard knocks