Tough Times Don't Last

This ain't no pleasure cruise.

We ain't riding on a gravy train.

We're standing in line at the liquor store

Wondering who'll stop the rain.

Tough times don't last, tough people do.

They find a way to make it thru.

If they can do it maybe we can too.

Tough times don't last but tough people do.

We can't go to town we're stuck on the porch.

There's poison in the summer breeze

But we've got some Mexican cornbread,

And a bushel of black-eyed peas.

We've got demons in the closet and junk in the yard.

Enough to make a big truckload.

The garbage man's willing to haul it away

But we've got to take it to the road.