Good Times Tomorrow, Hard Times Today

Written by Sid Griffin

They loaded up the Model A with the trailer hitched in the yard

When they'd seen she'd hold and wouldn't slip they packed her tight and hard

For our lazy little journey westward where our lives would go so far

We'd leave our dirty aging home all patched and marked with tar

If it were'nt for the rocks in its bed, you know, the stream would have no song

If it were'nt for the dreams my father held we'd just have moped along

Now some men kinda crawl through life never asking why

My Ma, she chose a restless type always reaching for the sky

Good times tomorrow, a few hard times today

I can hear his voice right now explain bad times away

Good times tomorrow, hard times today

Every stream has got a song, like a stream we'll roll along

Hard times won't touch this family

At the port of entry a brown-suit man waved us to a halt

Said we were Tuesday's thousand-sixth as if it was our fault

So we pulled into this camp they had for dirty men and kids and wives

Where we thought of Oklahoma and what's come of our lives

Now some men kinda crawl through life never asking why

My Ma, she chose a restless type though she'd never seen him cry

Good times tomorrow, hard times today

I can hear his voice right now, his hair turned silver grey

Good times tomorrow, hard times today

Every stream has got a song, like a stream we'll roll along

Hard times won't touch this family

Published by Huevos Rancheros Music, BMI administered by Bug Music