The Faith of Old George Jones

Long faces, hangin lips an eyes without a smile,
   Meegrims an mulligrubs, mournfulness an moans,
Faith in the future gone to glory for the while --
   Ive seen it all a score o times (said old George Jones).
I seen it all a year ago, if you will but recall:
   I scoffed at it an laughed at it while you was sittin mum,
An now a little twelve months has gone an changed it all
   Hard times is heavy, but the good times come.

See-saw, up an down, lifes like that,
   Tho memories is short like, an men dont heed;
But have a bit of grey stuff beneath yer ole brown hat
   An sit a while an think a bit -- thats what men need.
Think a bit of yesterday an what you used to be --
   Peerin in the future with a sick, sad eye.
Well, heres a bit of future, it aint such misery;
   An theres heaps more acomin in the sweet by-an-by.

Hard times is heavy, but the good times come --
   See-saw, up an down, lifes like that.
I told you so a-yesterday when you was sittin mum;
   Im tellin you again today when times grow fat.
So, whats the use of playin at the pessimistic trade --
   Meegrims an mulligrubs, mournfulness an moans?
Faith in the future, it has never been betrayed,
   Ive proved it all a score o times (said old George Jones).