Hard Years in the Big City

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By Dr. Millar and the Beet Club

i owed money all over town
felt like i could not leave the house
without letting somebody down
i just went out for something pretty
for my wife
you know it broke my heart
to see her looking so low down

those were hard years
in the big city
i just went out
for something pretty
for my wife
hoping in the years to come
we would both look back upon
those hard years
as the best years of our lives

you know me
i never did no one no harm
but there i was out on the street
dancing to keep warm
i went in for some coffee
just to warm my hands and feet
when a woman walking out
dropped her money beside me

those were hard years
in the big city
i just went out
for something pretty
for my wife
hoping in the years to come
we would both look back upon
those hard years
as the best years of our lives

i never stole a womans money before
but i saw no one was looking
so i picked it off the floor
and i peeled myself off twenty
and i peeled off twenty more
and i threw the rest on the ground
and i legged it out the door

those were hard years
in the big city
i just went out
for something pretty
for my wife
hoping in the years to come
we would both look back upon
those hard years
as the best years of our lives

i bought my wife
a hat and gloves
and a chicken with the change
and i went home and i told her
things would never be the same again
cos things just are the way they are
and theres no one to blame
i was doing what i had to do
ill never feel ashamed

of those hard years
in the big city
i just went out
for something pretty
for my wife
hoping in the years to come
we would both look back upon
those hard years
as the best years of our lives