Depression
Hard times are coming
an’ there will be bumming.
Times will be tough
an’ there won’t be enough.
On the land we have to survive
an’ it will be hard to stay alive.
There won’t be enough food
and peoiple will be rude.
Money won’t be worth
only food from the earth.
Times will become hard
an’ people will be off guard.
Lots of people will be scared
‘cause they won’t be prepared.
I will need my gun an’ knife
and head for the bush life.
I’ll have to use my dog team
an’ paddle my canoe in a stream.
People will lose their wealth
an’ people will lose their health.
Everyone pretend to be deft
there’s not much time left.
When we reach hard times
there will be lots of crimes.
When hard times arrive
I know that I will survive.