From the recording The Crumbs
Things are tough all over
It’s easy to see
Things ain’t no different for you and for me
We wade through the dark in search of the light
Yeah, folks like us babe, we gotta fight
We gotta fight, fight for what’s ours, fight against fate and the fault with our stars. It’s all uphill, it’s long and it’s hard. We gotta fight, fight for what’s ours.
Down in the heartland, we’re down in a hole
We’re always digging just three feet from gold
The hits keep coming, ain’t no end in sight
Yeah, folks like us babe, we gotta fight.
It’s gonna get darker, it always does
Yeah babe the times are tough
But they ain’t got nothing on us