Times ain't what they used to be
Times ain't what they used to be
Well, I'ma tell you people, Lord, you can take it from me

Lord I seen better days but I'm putting up with these
Lord I seen better days I'm putting up with these
Lord there's too many people and they all too hard to please

'cause I was born in the country she thinks I'm easy to use
'cause I was born in the country she thinks I'm easy to use
'cause I was born in the country you know I'm easy to lose

I gave you sugar for sugar, you wanted salt for salt
I gave you sugar for sugar but you wanted salt for salt
And if you can't get along, my honey it's your own damn fault

Sometimes I'm a-thinking you too good to die
Sometimes I'm thinking you too good to die
Other times I'm thinking you ought to be buried alive

These are the bluest blues that a man could ever has
These are the bluest blues a man could ever have
These are the darnest hard luck blues a man could bear