Eric Bogle Hard Hard Times
Poor Jacky's on the street with his bottle of grog. Hard, hard times. He'll try and bite you for a couple of bob. Hard, hard times. Wrecked and drowning in a sea of grog, His pride and self-respect's been robbed, Worse off than a white man's dog, Hard, hard times.
CHORUS: And it's hard times livin' in the lucky country, Hard, hard times. Black man say, "Poor fella, my country". Hard, hard times.
The spirits have fled from the rocks and trees, Hard, hard times, The land is sick from white man's disease, Hard, hard times. Their lust and greed does them betray. They rape the land to make it pay. The black man just got in their way, Hard, hard times.
The black man's dreamtime's dead and gone, Hard, hard times. The white man's dreamtime marches on, Hard, hard times. They tried to make you civilized. They just don't seem to realise What they touch they bastardise, Hard, hard times.
