Hard Time Killing Floor Blues

Times are hard, wherever you go
Times are harder than ever before
You know that people drift from door to door
They can't find heaven, don't care where they go

Let me tell you people, just before I go
These hard times will kill you, just try so long
Will you hear me sing, this old lonesome song?
These hard times can last so very long

If I can't get off this old killing floor
If I never go down this low no more