Born Hard
Born hard, born small and wirey
Born tough, and tired, and unsmiling
Born smart, and strong, and silent
And hard, born hard
Well her mama, she worked at the factory
And her daddy, he lived at the bar
And the nights he came home were the long ones
And hard, born hard
At the school she found few to be trusted
She found little that was worth her while
But she learned how to smoke and drink whiskey
Hard, born hard
She dropped out, senior year, 1970
And she took a job at the factory
Worked right up to the day she had the baby
Hard, born hard
Well she loved her own little daughter
With a passion that took her off guard
So she set her jaw, clenched her fists, and taught her
Hard, born hard
Now her face is lined and leathery
And her voice is heavy and scarred
And every day on the way to the factory
She spends a dollar on a lottery card
Nacida Dura
Nacida dura, nacida pequeña y fibrosa
Nacida fuerte, y cansada, y sin sonreír
Nacida inteligente, y fuerte, y silenciosa
Y dura, nacida dura
Bueno, su mamá, trabajaba en la fábrica
Y su papá, vivía en el bar
Y las noches que él llegaba a casa eran largas
Y duras, nacida dura
En la escuela encontró pocos en quienes confiar
Encontró poco que valiera la pena
Pero aprendió a fumar y beber whisky
Dura, nacida dura
Abandonó, último año, 1970
Y consiguió un trabajo en la fábrica
Trabajó hasta el día en que tuvo al bebé
Dura, nacida dura
Bueno, amaba a su propia hija
Con una pasión que la tomó por sorpresa
Así que apretó la mandíbula, apretó los puños, y le enseñó
Dura, nacida dura
Ahora su rostro está marcado y curtido
Y su voz es grave y marcada
Y cada día en el camino a la fábrica
Gasta un dólar en una tarjeta de lotería