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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