Cold Hard Times

A G A In the waking hours of some not-too-distant mornin' A You'll come walking barefoot through this cowl-pulled mind A G A Selling yesterday's dreams wrapped in tomorrow's paper A G A A Whistling for a dog named Kindness that you'll never find A G G4 G A It's a cold hard world, love D E A These are cold hard times D E A These are cold hard times A G A Standing in some narrow space, you'll hear your mother crying A For the thoughts she had and didn't use, now they're gone A G A And your father's still out back, he's selling and he's buying A G D A There's nothing he can give you 'cause he's never once been wrong A G G4 G A It's a cold hard world, love D E A These are cold hard times D E A These are cold hard times A G A I heard my brother died last week, or was that just a rumor A From an overdose of hate taken in his vein A G A I heard the preacher said God must have a sense of humor A G D A 'Cause when they put him in the grave, it didn't even rain A G G4 G A It's a cold hard world, love D E A These are cold hard times D E A These are cold hard times D E A These are cold hard times