Beaver Dam Road Songtext
von Frank Proffitt

I didn′t have my hog to kill
I went and put me up a little-bitty still
It's hard times on the Beaver Dam Road
Hard times, poor boy

Along come a man in a Chevrolet car
He′s lookin' for the man with the old fruit jar
It's hard times on the Beaver Dam Road
Hard times, poor boy


Took me to Boone and put me in jail
Had nobody for to go my bail
It′s hard times on the Beaver Dam Road
It′s hard times, poor boy

Got a letter from my wife, she's fair and awful good
Had a man a-diggin′ taters and choppin' the wood
It′s hard times on the Beaver Dam Road
It's hard times, poor boy

Now listen to me, fellers, wherever you are
Don′t go totin' around the old fruit jar
It's hard times on the Beaver Dam Road
It′s hard times, poor boy