Hard Hard Times Songtext
von Eric Bogle

Poor Jackie′s on the street with his bottle of grog
Hard, hard times
He'll try and buy you for a couple of bob
Hard, hard times
His dreamtime people ran wild and free
Pitching jadabunt and gurindji
But the dreamtime′s finished and so is he
Hard, hard times

And it's hard times living in the lucky country
Hard, hard times
Black man say, "Poor fella my country"
Hard, hard times


Poor Jackie's a stranger in his own land
Hard, hard times
Living in a world he can′t understand
Hard, hard times
Wrecked and drowning in a sea of grog
His pride and self-respect′s been robbed
Worse off than a white man's dog
Hard, hard times

And it′s hard times living in the lucky country
Hard, hard times
Black man say, "Poor fella my country"
Hard, hard times

The spirits have fled from the rocks and trees
Hard, hard times
The land is sick from white man's disease
Hard, hard times
Their lust and greed does them betray
They rape the land to make it pay
The black man just got in their way
Hard, hard times

And it′s hard times living in the lucky country
Hard, hard times
Black man say, "Poor fella my country"
Hard, hard times


The black man's dreamtime′s dead and gone
Hard, hard times
The white man's dreamtime marches on
Hard, hard times
They try to make you civilised
They just don't seem to realise
What they touch they bastardise
Hard, hard times

And it′s hard times living in the lucky country
Hard, hard times
Black man say, "Poor fella my country"
Hard, hard times