Capo @ the 3rd fret Intro: D G Bm A D I was raised out of steel here in the swamps of Jersey, some Now when all this steel and these stories, they drift away to rust And all our youth and beauty, it's been given to the dust And your game has been decided, and you're burning the clock down And all our little victories and glories, have turned into parking lots When your best hopes and desires, are scattered through the wind And hard times come, hard times go Hard times come, hard times go A (guitaretab.com)