The Tams - All my hard times

^GAll of my ^Amhard times^D soon be ^Gover ^GAll of my ^Amhard times^D soon be ^Gover

^GI've been pushed and I've been shoved ^CBeen put down by the ^Cmpeople I love ^GI've been hurt and I've been scorned At ^Ctimes I wished I'd ^Cmnever been born, but

^GAll of my ^Amhard times^D soon be ^Gover ^GAll of my ^Amhard times^D soon be ^Gover

^GI was raised in a two-room shack The ^Conly thing I owned was ^Cmhangin' on my back ^GBeen in trouble, thrown in jail I ^Chad nobody to ^Cmdraw my bail, but

^GAll of my ^Amhard times^D soon be ^Gover ^GAll of my ^Amhard times^D soon be ^Gover

^FHa^Crd ^Gtimes (Lord, have mercy on me) ^FHa^Crd ^Gtimes (Help, help, help me somebody) ^FBlamed the whole ^Cworld for the ^Gshape I was in But ^FI was too ^Cblind to ^Gsee That ^Fmy worst ^Cenemy was ^Gunder my skin It was ^Fme^{C G}

^GI've been lost but now I'm found There ^Cain't no way to keep a ^Cmgood man down ^GYou came along and took my hand ^CAnd now I feel like ^Cmborn natural man, but

^GAll of my ^Amhard times^D soon be ^Gover ^GAll of my ^Amhard times^D soon be ^Gover ^GAll of my ^Amhard times^D soon be ^Gover ^GAll of my ^Amhard times^D soon be ^Gover