Wind in the cotton field
Red clay cracked and dry
When there ain't any rain
Everything dies

It makes for real hard livin'
You Feel like givin' up
Livin' paycheck to paycheck
Without any job

Flood blew the levy
A big storm mowed down
When it rains day and night
Everything drowns

It makes for real hard livin'
You feel like you've been robbed
Livin' paycheck to paycheck
Without any job

There's no work here now
But to clean up hurricane mud
And the dollar they pay
Buys a cheap home brewed jug

Paper sack whiskey
Smoke my old corn cob
Livin' paycheck to paycheck
Without any job

It's real mean living
A poor man's last stop
Keep livin' paycheck to paycheck
Without any job

I ain't got no job
Not no work around here now
Paycheck to paycheck
You know it's been a real long stretch

Paycheck to paycheck

Copyright: SCHUBERT MUSIC PUBLISHING INC.
Writer(s): Leroy Preston