And it's hard time here, hard time everywhere And it's hard time here, baby, hard time everywhere And it's hard time here, baby, it's hard time everywhere I went down to the factory where I worked three years ago I went down to the factory, worked three years ago And the bossman told me, Man, I ain't hirin' here no more Now we have a little city that they call "down in Hooverville" Yes, we have a little city, call "down in Hooverville" Ah, they have got so hard people ain't got no place to be Don't the moon look pretty, baby, shinin' down through the trees? Don't the moon look pretty, baby, shinin' down through the trees? I can see my fair brown, swear to God that she can't see me Sun rose this morning, I was lyin' out on my floor Sun rose this morning, lyin' out on my floor Lord, I didn't have no cheatin' faro, baby, not no place to go I'm gonna sing this song, baby, I ain't gonna sing no more I'm gonna sing this song, ain't gonna sing no more 'Cause my baby keep on callin' me, "Baby", and I believe I had better go And I hate to hear my faro call my name And I hate to hear my faro call my name She don't call so lonesome but she call so nice and plain