Lyrics
But even the skies are blue, heavy old hard days
These are sad times, god must be crying
to make a better day
and the mommas quit praying
These are sad times, even the children quit fight n, and the devil is picking his tune
World gone mad times, heavy old hard days Skies, these are hard days
Heavy old hard days, between religions and wars
world gone mad times
and the devil is picking his tune
Hell it seems like the whole world is fight n, the sun might be shining, lord what is this world going to
When daddy s quit staying, between religions and wars
The sun might be shining, and the mommas quit praying
lord what is this world going to
Why isnt anyone trying, god must be crying, god must be crying
Even the children quit fight n, men doing bad time, between religions and wars
But even the skies are blue, dead string guitar days
These are hard days, god must be crying Johnson, but even the skies are blue
god must be crying
The sun might be shining, why isnt anyone trying Are, these are hard days
cause even the skies are blue
why isnt anyone trying
The sun might be shining, world gone mad times
The sun might be shining, these are sad times The, these are hard days
Dead string guitar days, cause even the skies are blue Are, if we all know a way
but even the skies are blue
Dead string guitar days, between religions and wars, between religions and wars
lord what is this world going to
when daddy s quit staying
World gone mad times, but even the skies are blue, the sun might be shining
and the mommas quit praying
but even the skies are blue
dead string guitar days
hell it seems like the whole world is fight n
These are sad times, between religions and wars, but even the skies are blue
heavy old hard days
Hell it seems like the whole world is fight n, lord what is this world going to, heavy old hard days
The sun might be shining, lord what is this world going to
heavy old hard days
The sun might be shining, when daddy s quit staying, even the children quit fight n
And the devil is picking his tune, these are hard days, if we all know a way
the sun might be shining
God must be crying, dead string guitar days, the sun might be shining
to make a better day
And the devil is picking his tune, but even the skies are blue