Hard Times
Come you men of iron
Come you men of steel, you boys out in the field
Come you daughters, you mothers, you sisters and whores
Come you restless, you listless and poor
It's the blood on your brow
It's the dust in your cuffs, your back bent so low
Bring the pills, bring the wine, it's a damn fine time
I'll see you when the cold day breaks
I'll see you when the cold day breaks
Here's to the hard times
The long winter nights, another year of getting by
Through the hard times
Here's to the hard times
Come in off the street
The jailers are hungry for the dirty and weak
Don't you go quiet you rousers of riots
And you hard handed men
You brawlers, so mean
You children of the sea, thieves on the drink
Men in blue collars keep chasing green dollars
I see them when the cold day breaks
I see them when the cold day breaks
Here's to the hard times...
Come closer friend
A toast to the trade, and a drink for the end
We'll mourn the sound of another dying town
Another closed factory door
Come closer dear
Speak slow and low, "˜cause I ache to hear
A voice soft and light through the roar of the night
And I'll see you when the cold day breaks
I'll see you when the cold day breaks