Slaid Cleaves Hard To Believe
We got old time bars
Still standing on downtown city streets
Old ladies serving drinks inside
With no color in their cheeks
Listening to a Haggard song
You can put your old blue collar on
Old Milwaukee on Christmas Eve
It's hard to believe
Street girls hop from foot to foot
Trying to keep warm
Trying to pay down a few bills
Before the next big storm
On a corner, trembling in the wind
Amazed at the mess they're in
Wipin' their noses on their sleeve
It's hard to believe
I swore I'd leave the day they knocked
That old smokestack down
But there's a guy I need to talk to
Before I quit this town
Drivin' past the prison yard
Still got my old Teamsters card
Still hopein' on my reprieve
It's hard to believe
Well I looked into her smilin' eyes
I saw dreams so fine
Like the spirit of Chicago
on a lonesome old railroad line
I was going' with her that day
I just watched her as she drove away
I guess one of us had to leave
It's hard to believe
Here comes another blown-up kid
from over there
Makin' the whole world safe
for the millionaires
Same old swindle hides
Hide a fresh new coat of lies
This is no time to be naive
It's hard to believe
We got old time bars
Still standing on downtown city streets
Old ladies serving drinks inside
With no color in their cheeks
Listening to a Haggard song
You can put your old blue collar on
Old Milwaukee on Christmas Eve
It's hard to believe
It's hard to believe
