Tough Folks - Jam in the Van, American Aquarium

I’m caught in the shadows, the American South

Somewhere between hypocrite and hallelujah

Six generations of barely gettin' by

Six generations of «Hey, what’s it to ya?»

When the only thing harder than the work is the luck

The outcome’s as hopeful as the evenin' news

And last November I saw firsthand

What desperation makes good people do

Life ain’t fair

Saddle up, boy, and see it through

Tough times don’t last

Tough folks do

See I come from a long line of Carolina farmers

For years, tobacco was the answer

It kept the lights on and put food on the table

'Til the doctors started callin' it cancer

So we took to the hills of the Blue Ridge Mountains

With a harvest of corn and some copper line

And we found you can get a little slice of heaven

With some sugar yeast water and a whole lotta time

Life ain’t fair

Saddle up, boy, and see it through

Tough times don’t last

But tough folks do

Where I’m from a man’s only worth the weight of his word and

Respect ain’t handed out, it’s earned

I’ve been runnin' with my back to the wall for seventeen years now

And if it’s one thing that I’ve learned, it’s …

Life ain’t fair

Saddle up, boy, and see it through

Tough times don’t last

But tough folks do

Life ain’t fair

Saddle up, saddle up

Life ain’t fair

Saddle up, saddle up

Life ain’t fair

Saddle up, boy, and see it through

Tough times don’t last

But tough folks do

Tough times don’t last

But tough folks do