♪♪ ♪ Ever since I was a young boy, before I'd ever know who I am. ♪ ♪ My father said you gotta walk before you can crawl, so you can run as soon as you can stand. So you can run as soon as you can. ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Now if every breathing day is a lesson, I've been writing this before I could read. When mama says, son, don't let this hard work do what it's done to me. Don't let it do what it's done to me. ♪ ♪ It's a hard rain that's gonna fall on the city. Still a hard rain that's gonna fall on the farm. There's no seventh day in the world without pity. There's no falling chain but the changing claw. ♪ ♪ Where's my better days? Where's my Jesus saves? Where's someone to save? We gotta hang on. We're brothers in arms. ♪ ♪ Down in Southern Alabama, it's yes or no, man, thank you and please. But don't you step out of line, don't rewrite or define what it means to see a man take a knee. Okay, oh, say, can you see? It's a hard rain that's gonna fall on the city. Still a hard rain that's gonna fall on the farm. ♪ ♪ There's no seventh day in the world without pity. There's no falling chain but the changing claw. Where's my better days? Where's my Jesus saves? Where's someone to save? We gotta hang on. We're brothers in arms. We're brothers in arms. ♪ ♪ ♪ It's a hard rain that's gonna fall on the city. Still a hard rain that's gonna fall on the farm. It's a hard rain that's gonna fall on the city. Still a hard rain. Don't give a damn who you are. ♪ ♪ There's no seventh day in the world without pity. There's no falling chain but the changing claw. Where's my better days? Where's my Jesus saves? Where's someone to save? We gotta hang on. We're brothers in arms. We're brothers in arms. ♪ ♪ ♪