Hardscrabble Creek

Trouble always comes around this old hardscrabble town
Just about to come apart at the seams
But we pick up the slack, we've got each other's backs
With hard work and faith and hardscrabble dreams

Sometimes it comes down like a fountain on hardscrabble mountain
Sometimes the flow is mighty weak
But when the sun burns on high, Lord, it sure gets hot and dry
But there's always a little water in hardscrabble creek

Now Daddy worked the ground sun to sundown
Mama found a way to make ends meet
Lord only knows it was a hard road home
With hard work and faith and hardscrabble dreams

Sometimes it comes down like a fountain on hardscrabble mountain
Sometimes the flow is mighty weak
And when the sun burns on high, Lord, it sure gets hot and dry
But there's always a little water in hardscrabble creek

Like the prodigal son, I left home on the run
But my rebel pride soon came undone
Mama sure was surprised to see the tears in my eyes
When I asked, "Is it too late to be baptized?"
Mama said, "Son..."

Sometimes it comes down like a fountain on hardscrabble mountain
Sometimes the flow is mighty weak
When the sun burns on high, son, it sure gets hot and dry
But there's always a little water in hardscrabble creek

It's not too late to be baptized in hardscrabble creek