Hard Times

Well the devil's in the details, son
So listen close and listen well
I've run out of lovers to leave
Got no more guitars to sell
You see this road-worn life and freedom
It's a lonely prison cell
And it ain't hard to tell
That I've fallen on hard times

I keep fallin' on hard times

I left your mamma strung out with you in her belly on a summer night in 03'
I chased down every passion of a twelve year younger me
I took all this world could offer
But my mind can't find no peace
And now you see
That I've fallen on hard times

I've fallen on hard times
Lord, have mercy
I got five days clean time
But my conscience is dirty
Now I ain't entitled
No, I ain't worthy
I've just fallen on hard times

Well, the devil's in the details, son
So listen close and listen well
your old man ain't got no more friends to rob
Hardly a soul left to sell
but your mamma didn't raise no fool
And the glare in your eyes says you can tell
I only come around
When I've fallen on hard times
Guess I'll be leaving now
I keep fallin' on hard times