Verse 1
Well I remember Yuma Joe and what he said to me
Tell me Vic now can this world be as sad as it seems
I said Joe you will not get an argument from me
It sure seems that way from day to day
But it's last call Joe it's time for one more drink
Before we head out on our way
Well hadn't seen Yuma Joe in years
Thought about him the other day
Cause I was walking past the church with the immaculate conception
Once he and I watched a crowd stand and wait
For some appearance of the blessed virgin on the wall
They said you could see her face
Well now I didn't see nothing but Joe said he saw something
Whatever Joe saw it wasn't remotely the same thing

Chorus
It's hard to see trouble coming
Hard to see trouble coming
Hard to see trouble coming
Hard to see trouble coming
Hard to see trouble coming
Verse 2
well the days crawl along in the middle of June
And the Sun is staying up late
It is hot and still like earthquake weather
But I got a feeling I just can't shake
The bad blues hit me like a sucker punch
I keep thinking about those days
Most of the time I'm glad I moved on
But sometimes, sometimes
I wish I never had changed
I wish that nothing had changed

Chorus

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Writer(s): Victor Krummenacher