Times Has Done Got Hard

Ah baby, darling, we got to move
 Ah baby, darling, we got to move
 It's something wrong, must be no good, that mailman is ridin' through
 I say, that rent man, he won't stand no square
 I say, that rent man, he say he ain't goinna stand no square
 And I ain't gonna stand none of his
 foolishness, I'll move before I'll stay here
 Time has got so tough, I can't pay my rent
 And my old brownskin worries me so
 bad that I ain't got my real good sense
 I done spent my money, then I done pawned my clothes
 Soon as I told my brownskin 'bout it she kicked my clothes outdoors
 (Boys, these times is tough!)
 Hmmmm, I won't be bad no more
 Mama, don't get mad with me, yet you kick my clothes outdoors
 Lord, I'm blue, I won't try that kid no more
 I say doggone a woman ain't got no
 more care than to kick my clothes outdoors
 (Baby, these tough times will make you do most anything! Won't me!)
 I'm goin' sing this song, I'm goin' moan for joy
 I say goodbye brownskin, hello high brown, hello boys
 Well I'm singin' in Milwaukee, I'm goin' back to Chicago