Hard Times I'm too poor to pay attention, I'm too hungry to eat, too sick to see my doctor, and I'm too tired to sleep, Chorus I couldn't catch a cold, I couldn't pitch a fit, I'm waist deep in alligators, sometimes I'm neck deep in bullshit, Chorus: Hard times-- Lord, hard times have come at last If you want to see me on my good side baby, you had better look fast I'm too frustrated to see my psychiatrist, I'm too toothless to chew, too far down to ever get even, I'm too hard up to screw, Chorus I can't see to put my pants on, I can't hear myself sing, I can't always taste my whiskey, and I just can't feel much of anything, Chorus Repeat chorus as verse, al coda