Bob Dylan - Hard times

Let us ^Cpause in life's pleasures and ^Fcount its many ^Ctears ^FWhile we ^Cal^Csus4l sup ^Gsorrow with the ^Cpoor^Csus4. ^C There's a ^Csong that will linger for^Fever in our ^Cears, ^FOh, ^Chard times, ^Gcome again no ^Cmore.

'Tis the^C song, the sigh of the w^Fear^Cy. ^CHard times, hard times, ^Dcome again no ^Gmore. Many^C days you have lingered all ^Faround my cabin^C door. ^FOh, ^Chard times, ^Gcome again no ^Cmore.

While ^Cwe seek mirth and beauty and m^Fusic light and ^Cgay. ^FThere are f^Cra^Csus4il forms f^Gainting at the d^Coor.^{Csus4 C} Though the^Cir voices are silent, their pl^Feading looks will s^Cay. ^FOh, ^Chard times, ^Gcome again no ^Cmore.

'Tis the^C song, the sigh of the w^Fear^Cy. ^CHard times, hard times, ^Dcome again no ^Gmore. Many^C days you have lingered all ^Faround my cabin^C door. ^FOh, ^Chard times, ^Gcome again no ^Cmore.

There'^Cs pale drooping maiden who t^Foils her life a^Cway ^FWith a worn ^Cou^Csus4t heart, whose b^Getter days are o^C'er.^{Csus4 C} Though her^C voice it would be merry, 'tis^F sighing all the da^Cy, ^FOh, ^Chard times, ^Gcome again no ^Cmore.

'Tis the^C song, the sigh of the w^Fear^Cy. ^CHard times, hard times, ^Dcome again no ^Gmore. Many^C days you have lingered all ^Faround my cabin^C door. ^FOh, ^Chard times, ^Gcome again no ^Cmore.

'Tis the^C song, the sigh of the w^Fear^Cy. ^CHard times, hard times, ^Dcome again no ^Gmore. Many^C days you have lingered all ^Faround my cabin^C door. ^FOh, ^Chard times, ^Gcome again no ^Cmore.