I was born in troubled times
The stock market crashed and city folk lost their minds
We lived in the woods near Choptack Creek
And I can tell you where the salt licks are and where the trout run in the spring
We slaved in the garden and lived off the land
And everything we had was made by Daddy's calloused hands
They called it the Depression
But we were doing fine
We didn't know the difference cause we didn't have a dime
We hardly even noticed the day that mighty dollar fell
We couldn't tell
Tracking deer in my bare feet
Smoke house is empty and the family's gotta eat
Chopping wood and piecing quilts
When the days get short on the mountain, you get ready to face the chill
Some folks pinched their pennies trying to make it through
They say those were hard times, but hard is all we ever knew
They called it the Depression
But we were doing fine
We didn't know the difference cause we didn't have a dime
We never even noticed the day that mighty dollar fell
We couldn't tell