Lean And Hungry Years

Well, if rich was having money, I reckon I was poor If success was being good, I was bad down to the core Cause the times were hard and lonesome and the thrills were stricktly cheap But the nights were warm and hazy and the women soft and sweet And laughter filled my throat and music filled my ears And dreams filled my head in the lean and hungry years With the lowdown and the workers, with the no pound and no good Trust was something sacred, I knew where I stood Yeah, I knew I could count on when the burdens got too great When the bad news came too early and the good news came too late I roared out all my anger and I choke back all my tears That's how you make it through those lean and hungry years Well, a dollar was an angel and a fool was a king And any old excuse was good enough to sing All those songs that weren't so pretty, they were ragged, but they were right And they were all you had some times to get you through the night When right outside your window were a million doubts and fears A song to keep you warm and those lean and hungry years When right outside your window were a million doubts and fears A song to keep you warm and those lean and hungry years