Travis Tritt - Hard times and misery

^DAnother day on Highway 41 It's a long black snake that ^Aruns to the sun ^DMy mama told me since the ^Gday I was ^Fborn ^DSon, down in the southland is ^Awhere you ^Dbelong

So, I'm ^Gpitching nickels, ^Dpitching dimes Talking trash and ^Adrinkin' wine It's ^Djust another ^D/Cday in the ^Glife of ^Fme ^DHard times and ^Amisery ^{D D}I got a mansion looks like a shotgun shack I draw my money from a ^Acotton sack ^DBut I finally found one ^Gthing that's ^Ffree ^DThat's been hard times and ^Amisery ^D

^DWatermelon's are hanging on the vine ^{C D}Thirty some odd years of ^Awasted time ^DWhen I wake up, Lord, ^Gthat's all I ^Fsee ^DIt's hard times and ^Amisery

^DBut there's a train that runs through this town Every evening when the ^Asun goes down ^DTomorrow night at ^GEight-o- ^FThree ^DNo more hard times and ^Amisery ^D