No food on my table

And no shoes to go on my feet

No food on my table

And no shoes to go on my feet

My children cry for mercy

They got no place to call your own

Hard times hard times

Hard times seem like a jealous thing

Hard times hard times

Hard times seem like a jealous thing

If someone don ＇ t help me

And I just can ＇ t be around three months long

No shoes on my feet

And no food to go on my table

Oh no too sad

Children crying for bread