Tom: G
Introdução: G D G D G
C G
Well, it's hippity-hop to the bucket shop
D G
I lost all my money and now I have flopped
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
D G
It's hard times when you're down and out
C G
Well, this is the truth and it certainly exposes
D G
A Wall Street proposition is not all roses
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
D G
It's hard times when you're down and out
C G
I put up my money to win some more
D G
I lost all I had and it left me so sore
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
D G
It's hard times when you're down and out
C G
I took to drink to wear it off
D G
But the bootleg's so high that it left me worse off
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
D G
It's hard times when you're down and out
C G
If they catch you with whiskey in your car
D G
You're handicapped and there you are
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
D G
It's hard times when you're down and out
C G
They'll throw you in jail and if you can't raise bond
D G
Content yourself there, boy, you are at home
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
D G
It's hard times when you're down and out
C G
Got no silver and I've got no gold
D G
I'm almost naked and done turned cold
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
D G
It's hard times when you're down and out
C G
You plead with the judge to treat you well
D G
You offer a hundred dollars, just don't send you to Atlanta
And it's hard times, pity poor boy
D G
It's hard times when you're down and out
D G
When you're down and out