Hard Days (feat. Sam Palladio, Rainee Blake & Jonathan Jackson) [Acoustic Version]

I know that I was given everything I could take From the moment I was living I was dying to make Something out of nothing or real out of fake It's hard days living in the world Said the man on the corner with a sign in his hands And the other in his pocket, a feverish grin "Could you spare me a dollar, or whatever you can?" It's hard days living in the world Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh The mother in the market with her kids in line Getting poorer every second trying hard to survive The water isn't running, the bills pile high It's hard days living in the world The paper trends of terror and an oil hike The communistic pleasures of a union strike The president shelters in his bed at night It's hard days living in the world Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh The soldier in the desert with a shot in the heart As his mother gets a letter saying he fought hard Well it doesn't help the matter if he's honored or not It's hard days living in the world The choir sings a hymn, oh, in staccato spurts The family in the front row looking to her And everyone's an angel for what it's worth It's hard days living in the world Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh I know that I was given everything I could take From the moment I was living I was dying to make Nothing out of something or real out of fake Yeah it's hard days living in the world Yeah it's hard days living in the world