Times Are Getting Hard Boys - Lonnie Donegan

Times are getting hard, boys

Money’s getting scarce

If things don’t get no better, boys

Gonna leave this place

Take my true love by the hand

Lead her thru the town

Saying good-bye to everyone

Good-bye to everyone

Take my bible from the bed

Shotgun from the wall

Take old Sal and hitch her up

The wagon for to haul

Pile the chairs and beds up high

Let nothing drag the ground

Sal can pull and we can push

We’re bound to leave this town

Made a crop a year ago

It withered to the ground

Tried to get some credit

But the banker turned me down

But I’m goin' to Californ-i-ay

Where everything is green

Goin' to have the best ole farm

That you have ever seen