Just Folks

Hard Luck

          Ain't no use as I can see
          In sittin' underneath a tree
          An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
          An' that your life is extry sad;
          Your life ain't sadder than your neighbor's
          Nor any harder are your labors;
          It rains on him the same as you,
          An' he has work he hates to do;
          An' he gits tired an' he gits cross,
          An' he has trouble with the boss;
          You take his whole life, through an' through,
          Why, he's no better off than you.

          If whinin' brushed the clouds away
          I wouldn't have a word to say;
          If it made good friends out o' foes
          I'd whine a bit, too, I suppose;
          But when I look around an' see
          A lot o' men resemblin' me,
          An' see 'em sad, an' see 'em gay
          With work t' do most every day,
          Some full o' fun, some bent with care,
          Some havin' troubles hard to bear,
          I reckon, as I count my woes,
          They're 'bout what everybody knows.

          The day I find a man who'll say
          He's never known a rainy day,
          Who'll raise his right hand up an' swear
          In forty years he's had no care,
          Has never had a single blow,
          An' never known one touch o' woe,
          Has never seen a loved one die,
          Has never wept or heaved a sigh,
          Has never had a plan go wrong,
          But allus laughed his way along;
          Then I'll sit down an' start to whine
          That all the hard luck here is mine.