Lyrics

By Chris Hall / Rich Cooley

Boss called this mornin' said there's no work
Put a couple of dollar bills in the pocket of my shirt
Needle on the gas gage down in the red
Can't go too far can't ever get ahead
So I'm sittin' here today

At the Hard Times Cafe
I have to say
I've seen better days
Come my way

Over in the corner Is wild dog Joe
Folks said he went crazy when the bank foreclosed
And old Mrs. Harper got robbed last week
Buck broke his leg with three mouths to feed
And now I'm sittin' here today

At the Hard Times Cafe
I have to say
I've seen better days
Come my way
At the Hard Times Cafe
I'm doin' okay

Clock on the wall means nothin' to me
People walk in and people leave
All with stories of their own
What it's like when they go back home

And now I'm sittin' here today
At the Hard Times Cafe
I have to say
I've seen better days
Come my way
At the Hard Times Cafe
I'm doin' okay
Just okay
Copyright. 2015. Rich Cooley / Chris Hall