Hard Times

G Em G Em G Scream like jets off to Orion Em As drone bless kin G And the hills sing prayers of America Em It's hard times we're in G It's hard times Em It's hard times G It's hard times Em It's hard times Am C Soon, the only gentle voice you'll hear G Is one you cannot know to fear D The kind that's cut draws blood from filth C Em It's what fates, it feeds the toil of fallen men G A buy-in sweeps limb from limb Am B7 Is plucked by poison quill, but don't stand still G Em C G Em Its hard times, hard times C Its hard times G Em G Fear the not, hands of a maker Em And chairmen guilt sobs G But still loyal meet for the satyrs Em Its hard times, is what you've got G It's hard times Em It's hard times G It's hard times Em It's hard times Am C Soon, soon, the only gentle voice you'll hear G Is one you cannot know to fear D The kind that's cut draws blood from filth C Em It's what fates, it feeds the toil of fallen men G A buy-in sweeps limb from limb Am B7 Is plucked by poison quill, but don't stand still G Em C G Em Its hard times, hard times C G Em Its hard times, hard times C G Its hard times