Times are getting hard
Times are getting hard, boys, money's getting scarce If times don't get much better, boy's going to leave this earth Take my true love by the hand, lead her through the town Say goodby to everyone goodby Sally Brown Had a crop about a year ago, it withered to the ground I tried to get some money but the banker turned me down Take my Bible from the shelf, my shotgun from the wall Take old Sal and hitch her up, the wagon for to haul Put everything on the wagon, boys, so nothing can tumble down Sal can pull and we can push, we're bound to leave this town I'm going to California, where everything is green I'm going to have the nicest farm that you have ever seen