I didn't have no hog to kill
I went and put me up a little bitty still
It's hard times on the Beaver Dam Road
Hard times, poor boy
Along come a man in a Chevrolet car
He's lookin' for the man with the old fruit jar
It's hard times on the Beaver Dam Road
Hard times, poor boy
He took me to Boone and he put me in jail
I had nobody for to go my bail
It's hard times on the Beaver Dam Road
It's hard times, poor boy
Got a letter from my wife, she's farin' awful good
Had a man a-diggin' 'taters and choppin' the wood
It's hard times on the Beaver Dam Road
Hard times, poor boy
Now listen to me, fellers, wherever you are
Don't go totin' 'round. the old fruit jar
It's bard times on the Beaver Dam Road
Hard times, poor boy