Hard Trials




Oh, the foxes have holes in the ground

And the birds have their nests in the air

And evírything has a hidiní place

But us poor sinners ainít go nowhere

Now ainít them hard trials

Great tribulations

Hard trials, hard trials

Iím a-bound to leave this land

You may go this way

You may go that way

You may go from door to door

But if you havenít the good Lord in your heart

The Devil will get you sure

Now ainít them hard trials

Great tribulations

Hard trials, hard trials

Iím a-bound to leave this land

Methodist, Methodist

Thatís my name

Methodist till I die

I was baptize on the Methodist side

And a Methodist will I die