Lyric Hard Times And Misery

(Marty Stuart)

Another day on Highway 41
It s a long black snake that runs to the sun
My mama told me since the day I was born
Son, down in the southland is where you belong

So, I m pitching nickels, pitching dimes
Talking trash and drinkin wine
It s just another day in the life of me
Hard times and misery

I got a mansion looks like a shotgun shack
I draw my money from a cotton sack
But I finally found one thing that s free
That s been hard times and misery

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Watermelon s are hanging on the vine
Thirty some odd years of wasted time
When I wake up, Lord, that s all I see
It s hard times and misery
But there s a train that runs through this town
Every evening when the sun goes down
Tomorrow night at 8:03
No more hard times and misery

Repeat Chorus