Hard Times On Beaver Dam Road Lyrics

I've worked like a dog and what have I got?

No corn in the crib, no beans in the pot

Hard times on Beaver Dam Road

Hard times, poor boy

I didn't have me no hog to kill

So, I set up little copper still

Hard times on Beaver Dam Road

Hard times, poor boy

I'm gonna run through the river

I'm gonna catch the flow

Sneakin' in the night

You better shackle me tight

Hard times on beaver dam road

Hard times no more!

Along come a man in a Chevrolet car

Looking for the fellow with the old fruit jar

Hard times on Beaver Dam Road

Hard times, poor boy

It's a low-down man in a Chevrolet car

Picking on the fellow with the old fruit jar

Hard times on Beaver Dam Road

Hard times, poor boy

I'm gonna run through the river

I'm gonna catch the flow

Sneakin' in the night

You better shackle me tight

Hard times on beaver dam road

Hard times no more!

Well, he clapped me in irons, led me to his car

I bid farewell, to my sweet old barn

Well, my friends, I'm telling you wherever you are

Don't carry your liquor in the old fruit jar

I'm gonna run through the river

I'm gonna catch the flow

Sneakin' in the night

You better shackle me tight

Hard times on beaver dam road

Hard times no more!

I'm gonna run through the river

I'm gonna catch the flow

Sneakin' in the night

You better shackle me tight

Hard times on beaver dam road

Hard times no more!