Mujer on constant sorrow

My mother told me
'Fore she passed away
Said son when I'm gone
Don't forget to pray

'Cause there'll be hard times
Lord those hard times
Who knows better than I?

Well I soon found out
Just what she meant
When I had to pawn my clothes
Just to pay the rent

Talkin' 'bout hard times
Lord those hard times
Who knows better than I?

I had a woman
Who was always around
But when I lost my money
She put me down

Talkin' 'bout hard times
Hard times
Yeah, yeah, who knows better than I?

Lord, one of these days
There'll be no more sorrow
When I pass away

And no more hard times
No more hard times
Yeah, yeah, who knows better than I?

Hoy me quedo con este mítico blues de Ray Charles que hay que escuchar con su música (y, según mi amigo Carlos, a ser posible en la versión de Eric Clapton), para que haga su efecto completo. Prometido queda el post-crónica de la larga noche de ayer. Yo ahora no puedo hacer otra cosa que irme a la cama tarareando "Hard Times" y sonreir recordando la gran frase de Tom Waits que esta noche Carlos ha citado al hilo del relato de mis desventuras: "don't you know there ain't no devil? It's just God when he's drunk". Si es que está borracho, aún tiene su gracia, pero no quiero pensar lo que hará cuando se despierte con la resaca...