Letra de Living This Hard

Stick our fruit mason jars Snapping peas in the backyard Been a year now with my hands in the dirt Blood on my fingers can’t show it hurts We gonna see if next Sunday comes I ain’t gonna make it if the working ain’t done Working ain’t done ‘til the setting sun I got an old dreadnaught through a Bell and Howell It ain’t the best of ways but it’ll work somehow I don’t need me a little band Because Mr. Davis says I got a sporting right hand We gonna see if next Sunday comes I ain’t gonna make it if the working ain’t done Working ain’t done ‘til the setting sun
Chorus: Look out boys you’re about to learn There comes a time when the cactus burns Life ain’t never gonna spare the rod I can’t keep living, living this hard My kin folks say don’t forget who you are Them’s words that’s got me living this far There comes sometimes when I get real low I wish my memory didn’t serve me so We gonna see if next Sunday comes I ain’t gonna make it if the working ain’t done Working ain’t done ‘til the setting sun
Chorus repeat