Hard Times

Drove my first spike on the Pennsylvania Railroad
Twenty miles from Pittsburgh, when Windber lived on coal
Cuts like a knife, the way the winter wind blows
And the dull thud of the summer sun done beat down on my sou

It’s a hard time livin’ in these hard, hard times
It’s a hard time livin’ in these hard, hard times
It’s a hard time livin’ in these hard, hard times

Steel in the mills and in the eyes of the preacher’s daughter
Allegheny Mountains don’t hold no hope no more
Steel in the hills, the steel is in the water
And the blood is on their hands as they go walking out the door

It’s a hard time livin’ in these hard, hard times
It’s a hard time livin’ in these hard, hard times
It’s a hard time livin’ in these hard, hard times

© Seth Thomas Crissman and Gregory J. Yoder, 2016