From the recording Tralala
Rebekah Pulley - Vocals, Guitars, Wurlitzer, Accordion
Rob Pastore - Bass Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar
Max Norton - Drums
Released October 10, 2013
RECORDED at Zen Recording Studio in Pinellas Park, FL by Steve Connelly & at D. DUSTY Studio in St. Petersburg, FL by Rebekah Pulley and Rob Pastore.
MIXED at Zen Recording Studio by Steve Connelly and Rebekah Pulley.
MASTERED at Zen Recording Studio by Steve Connelly.
MUSIC AND LYRICS by Rebekah Pulley.
COVER ART by Rebekah Pulley.
Lyrics
HARD TIMES
(music & lyrics by Rebekah Pulley)
She left a lasting scar
Everywhere she went
And she prayed to Jesus
That every sinner would repent
California made her
But California wouldn't have her
So she traveled north
To that great state of Alaska
She met a man
Who played a honky-tonk guitar
In the dim light and smoke
Of a Kodiak Island bar
But that was way back
In 19 and 57
Since then that man's heart got broke
And he went on up to heaven
She drove an old red car
Everywhere she went
And she prayed to Jesus
That he would help he pay her rent
Alaska took her in
But Alaska couldn't fix her
So she went on south
To that big ole state of Texas sir
She met a man
He drove an 18 wheeler truck
They got high on bennies
And climbed in the back of cab to fuck
But that was way back
In 19 and 60
Since then that man rode off
And he left her with a baby
Hard times
She ain't seen nothing
But hard, hard times
From the land of the midnight sun
All the way down
To the beaches of Galveston
Hard times
Left her with a face full
Of hard, hard lines
From the crease of her sun worn brow
Right down to the lines
Of worried mouth
Hard times
She ain't seen nothing
But hard, hard times
Hard times
She ain't seen nothing
But hard times
She watched that boy grow up
Just outside of Palestine
And she prayed to Jesus
That He would watch over him and protect him
Texas took 'em in
But Texas couldn't mend their lives
So they went on north to live
Underneath that big Montana sky
She met a man
He preached the word and sang the hymn
She prayed so hard
You think that Jesus would have listened
But that was way back
In 19 and 69
She ain't seen that preacher man
She he took off with her very last dime
Hard times
She ain't seen nothing
But hard, hard times
From the land of the midnight sun
All the way down
To the beaches of Galveston
Hard times
Left her with a face full
Of hard, hard lines
From the crease of her sun worn brow
Right down to the lines
Of worried mouth
Hard times
She ain't seen nothing
But hard, hard times
Hard times
She ain't seen nothing
But hard times