Verse 1
Workin’ all day, sweat on my brow,
Boss man smilin’, he don’t care no how.
Dollar gettin’ smaller, bills gettin’ tall,
Feels like I ain’t gettin’ nothin’ at all.

Chorus
Hard times rollin’, rollin’ down the line,
Hard times rollin’, can’t get left behind.
Hard times rollin

Verse 2
Mama count the pennies, daddy broke his back,
Rich man ridin’ easy, poor man off the track.
Radio talkin’—say the future’s bright,
But I hear that freight train rumblin’ in the night.

Bridge
Storm’s a-comin’, wind’s gonna blow,
You can’t stop the river when it starts to roll.

Chorus
Hard times rollin’, rollin’ down the line,
Hard times rollin’, can’t get left behind.
Hard times rollin’, thunder in the sky,
Hard times rollin’, can’t get left behind.

Hard Times Rollin'

Hailing from the marshlands of Darien, Georgia, Blackwater Sons channel the sound of the South into a raw and relentless brand of swamp rock. Their music is equal parts grit and soul — steeped in blues, Southern storytelling, and the restless spirit of rebellion.

Formed by four lifelong friends who grew up on the banks of the Altamaha River, the band wears their roots proudly. Their songs reflect the struggles, beauty, and contradictions of small-town America: protest cries wrapped in guitar riffs, stories of freedom carried by the beat of the drums, and laments that echo like the tide rolling in from the coast.

From Darien’s backroads to festival stages, Blackwater Sons carry the fire of classic Southern rock while speaking to today’s world. Their music is sweaty, loud, and impossible to ignore — a soundtrack for those who’ve had enough, for those still searching, and for anyone who knows the South runs as deep as its rivers.