歌词
Times are getting hard boys
Money's getting scarce
If times don't get no better boys
I'm gone to leave this place
Take my true love by the hand
Lead her thru the town
Saying goodbye to everyone
Good-bye to everyone
Take my bible from the bed
Shotgun from the wall
Take old Sal and hitch her up
The wagon for to haul
Pile the chairs and beds up high
Let nothing drag the ground
Sal can pull and we can push
We're bound to leave this town
Made a crop a year ago
It withered to the ground
Tried to get some credit
But the banker turned me down
Goin' to Californiay
Where everything is green
Goin' to have the warry best farm
That you have ever seen
Times are getting hard boys
Money's getting scarce
If times don't get no better boys
I'm going to leave this place