Hard Day - The Dead South

Lord don’t be angry

I haven’t been the best

I sold you to the devil

For a brand new denim vest

I swear I tried so damn hard

To resist those tempting eyes

But he played me for a fool

For this blasted denim style

He said that I could have her

If I only fell to my knees

So today I bought her flowers

She looked at me displeased

It’s been a hard hard day for loving

And it’s a hard hard time when you’re running

She looked at me with them pretty eyes

And sat me on the ground

Then she whispered in my ear

And the tears came a’pouring down

She said «I could never love you

You sold away my lord

The devil has your little soul

For that denim vest you can’t afford»

It’s been a hard hard day for loving

And it’s a hard hard time when you’re running

It’s been a hard hard day for loving

And it’s a hard hard time when you’re running

Those beautiful blue eyes and long blonde hair

They wear down my heart

With a bottle in hand I tilt it back

And found that little hole in the dirt

It’s been a hard hard day for loving

And it’s a hard hard time when you’re running

It’s been a hard hard day for loving

And it’s a hard hard time when you’re running

It’s been a hard hard day for loving

And it’s a hard hard time when you’re running