Every day held a new surprise
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I watched the hunger burning in my sister's eyes
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The paste-board shack we called home
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Would haunt me in my dreams
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'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
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We never knew anything groovy
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A dime meant bread and not a movie
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The muscles that controlled my smile were rarely ever used
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'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
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Had to go 'cause I could see I wasn't meant for poverty
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The family ties were broken soon and I went off to find the moon
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So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square
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I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air
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Tomorrow I'll just hit the street and bum another dime
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'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
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Had to go 'cause I could see I wasn't meant for poverty
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The family ties were broken soon and I went off to find the moon
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So I sit on a bench in Jackson Square
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I drink my wine and I breathe the midnight air
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Tomorrow I'll just hit the street and bum another dime
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'Cause there's nothing soft about hard times
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There's Nothing Soft About Hard Times
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| Jimmy Buffett |
