Times are getting hard boys
If times don’t get much better boy’s going to leave this earth
Take my true love by the hand lead her through the town
Say goodby to everyone goodby Sally Brown
Had a crop about a year ago it withered to the ground
I tried to get some money but the banker turned me down
Take my Bible from the shelf my shotgun from the wall
Take old Sal and hitch her up the wagon for to haul
Put everything on the wagon boys so nothing can tumble down
Sal can pull and we can push we’re bound to leave this town
I’m going to California where everything is green
I’m going to have the nicest farm that you have ever seen