Hard times is here and everywhere you go
Times are harder than ever been before You know that people, they are are driftin' from door to door But you can't find no heaven, I don't care where they go People, if I ever can get up off of this old hard killin' floor Lord, I'll never get down this low no more When you hear me singin' this old lonesome song People, you know these hard times can last us so long You know, you say you had money, you better be sure Lord, these hard times gon' kill you, just drag on slow
"Dear Mr. Tom Jacobson.
How are you? At this time fine I hope. Well, Tom, I am doing the very best I can. Work are very slow now for me. It has been 5 or 6 weeks since I have did any thing at all. You know just how I stand now. I already have bills on hand, there is more to come, and I cannot hear anything from my manager at all. Nothing in sight, as yet. Now, I really appreciate the picture. I think it's very nice. Also my wife loves it very much. The records will not be released until August, so I learned. Just as soon as they come out I will let you know. So bye for this time. Yours Truly, Skip James" Letter to a Tom Jacobson, June 13, 1966
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