Lee Hazlewood – Cold Hard Times (Guitar)

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In the waking hours of some not-too-distant mornin'

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You'll come walking barefoot through this cowl-pulled mind

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Selling yesterday's dreams wrapped in tomorrow's paper

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Whistling for a dog named Kindness that you'll never find

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It's a cold hard   world, love

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These are cold hard times

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These are cold hard times

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Standing in some narrow space, you'll hear your mother crying

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For the thoughts she had and didn't use, now they're gone

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And your father's still out back, he's selling and he's buying

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There's nothing he can give you 'cause he's never once been wrong

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It's a cold hard   world, love

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These are cold hard times

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These are cold hard times

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I heard my brother died last week, or was that just a rumor

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From an overdose of hate taken in his vein

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I heard the preacher said God must have a sense of humor

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'Cause when they put him in the grave, it didn't even rain

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It's a cold hard   world, love

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These are cold hard times

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These are cold hard times

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These are cold hard times