On liquor I spend my last dime Sunday morning, 8am Cursing myself again Drinking like this one might be my last Memories of making jokes Too much beer
It's funny how it all works out Mad men in suits walking about I'd like to change your point of view someday But I feel my patience slipping away Looks
Beer makes you weary But you need something to get along You stare at the flatness Beside the dark home They'll not hear you whisper This isn't where
John Hardy, he was a desperate little man Carried two guns every day Shot a man down by the West Virginia line They saw John Hardy get away They saw
This song is sung for anyone that's listening This song is for the broken-spirited man This song is for anyone left standing After the strain of a slow
Everything's fine for now, no one's really laughing Everything's just all right, or is it now ? up to the round, but keep moving on You can cut the cord
men are failing These our latter days we know The great depression now is spreading God's word declared it would be so I'm going where there's no depression
Down here, where's we're at The weather changes, that's the way it goes Sometimes it snows, when everything's wrong Sometimes it snows, but when it does
The thousand times I lived before were just in my dreams Well, I woke up to realize it didn't mean a thing I've seen several better places, several better
Never again, your so called friend Will leave you sick and dry This friend has a name Knows the gutter and shame This so called friend of you and I ?,
Persuaded, paraded, enebriated, and down Still aware of everything life carries on without 'Cause there's one too many faces with dollar sign smiles
Hometown, same town blues Same old walls closing in Oh what a life a mess can be I'm sitting here thinking of you once again Won't you talk to me Well
A quarter after two Sittin' in my car, watching Waiting on a train Ninety-seven flatcars Loaded down with troop trucks and tanks Rolling by I'm twenty
men are failing These our latter days we know The great depression now is spreadin' God's word declared it would be so I'm goin' where there's no depression
are failing These our latter days we know The great depression now is spreading God's word declared it would be so I'm going where there's no depression
Traduzione: Uncle Tupelo. No Depression.