Now my mother she done told me and my, ha, father done told me
Grandfather told me too

Yeah, my mother she done told me and my father done told me
Grandfather told me too

It's a mean old town to live in by yourself

Yeah, I worked for a dollar
Could not, ha, save a lousy, could not save a dime

You know I worked for a dollar
Could not, ha, save a lousy, man couldn't save a dime

People ain't nobody worried and there ain't nobody crying

Everybody's got their hands out trying to, get a hold on
Trying to get some of my cash

Everybody's got their hand out trying to a, get a hold on
Trying to get some of my cash

Smiling great big smiles, man, you keep on talking trash

So I packed up my suitcase and I, ha, moved on down the
Hit that lonesome road

You know I packed up my suitcase and I, hit that lonesome
I moved on down the road

I been still trying to make it when the day goes down

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Writer(s): Johnny Winter