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Hard Work and Horseplay lyrics
It's a long, black snake that runs to the sun
My mama told me since the day I was born
"Son, down in the Southland is where you belong"
So I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimes
Talking trash and drinkin' wine
It's just another day in the life of me
Hard times and misery
Well, I got a mansion, looks like a shotgun shack
I draw my money from a cotton sack
But I finally found one thing that's free
That's been hard times and misery
So I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimes
Talking trash and drinkin' wine
It's just another day in the life of me
Hard times and misery
Watermelon's are hanging on the vine
Thirty some odd years of wasted time
When I wake up, Lord that's all I see
It's hard times and misery
Oh but there's a train that runs through this town
Every evening when the sun goes down
Tomorrow night at 8:03
No more hard times and misery
No more pitching nickels, pitching dimes
Talking trash and drinkin' wine
It's just another day in the life for me
Hard times and misery
Just another day in the life of Travis Tritt
Hard times and misery, oh yeah, said hard times
It's a long, black snake that runs to the sun
My mama told me since the day I was born
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