Roy Brown
Hard Times
It’s early Monday morning
It’s me and I’m broke again
It’s early Monday morning
It’s me and I’m broke again
Ain’t had a dollar in the pocket
Whoa, since I don’t no when

Yes, it’s early Monday morning
I ain’t even got a cent
I’m standing on the corner
Got no job, ain’t got a cent
My bank repossessed by jalopy
I can’t even pay my rent

My phone’s been disconnected
They cut off my gas and lights
I ate the last of them neck bones
And cabbage greens last night
Hard times
Sure don’t worry me
Since I’ve been hungry before
Soon nothing worries mе

Don’t nothing worry me
And I ain’t look for no job, that’s the truth
Don’t nothing worry me
And I surе ain’t look for no job
I get my kicks in the alley
With that hippy wino mob
I went to the county
To get some of that welfare bread
They turned me down cold
They called me crazy in the head
County welfare
Your money sure don’t worry me
Cos I sure ain’t begging
Lord, don’t want no charity

Now looka here

I thought I had a friend
His name is Bob, dirty dog
Ask him for a loan
He said get yourself a job
And I don’t like working, Bob knows that
Work sure don’t like me
I don’t have to work
Cos don’t nothing worry me

What did I say?
Ha ha ha