Hard Times Reckoning
By: Wayne Brown
The river’s as dry as bone; my farm land needs a flood
Crops lost along with all of the toil, sweat, and blood
Everybody’s giving up; seems they've lost their steam
Reckon I’ll just wait for God to bring us a new dream
Dust is all in my old house and scattered all around
Ain’t got no home as such no more, just a dust mound
There are people all about confused as to where to go
Reckon I’ll just wait right here for God’s Grace to show
The land is dry as a powder keg; no rain now for a year
It’s so dry around these parts, even our eyes will not tear
Some say we need to move on; pack up and leave this place
Reckon I’ll just wait here for the rain of God’s Good Grace
Jobs are drying up, no money in town; all of us are broke
The bills keep coming; no money, no whiskey, no smoke
Folks are saying let’s move on, leave this forsaken hell
Reckon I’ll wait for God to come; see what he’s got to tell
Wife’s gone and took the little ones; she could not stand it
Things could be better, had they gone the way I planned it
Guess everything is about the “do’s” and not about the “did’s”
Reckon I’ll wait ‘til God gets here and ask him about my kids
Poor man’s got a lot to shoulder; seems more as he gets old
Hard times come in summer heat or winter’s chilly cold
Some folks give up; others move on, some just up and die
Reckon I’ll just wait for God so that I can ask him why?
Hard-scrabble land, hard-scrabble life, bacon sliced so lean
Seems that all our lives, hard times are all that we have seen
It bleeds your soul; breaks your heart and wears down a man
Reckon I’ll just wait for God and ask him to help us if he can
Nothing much left here to want, these hard times took it away
A man’s got to look mighty hard to find a reason to stay
Most will leave as they lose hope and their ambitions numb
Reckon I’ll just wait here for God; I hope he plans to come
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