My father told me too, yeah my mother she done told me
And my father done told me, my father told me too, it's a mean old town to live in by yourself
Yeah, work for a dollar or several thousand, could not save a dime
You know I worked for a dollar, or several thousand, man couldn't save a dime
Ain't nobody worried and there isn't nobody's crying
Yeah, I got my hands outside to get a hold on, try to get some of my cash
Lord I try to get my hands outside to get a hold on, try to get some of my cash
It's those great big smiles to keep us out of that trash
So I packed up my suitcase and I move on down, hit that lonesome road
You know I packed up my suitcase and I hit that lonesome, move on down
I'm still crying to make it when the day was done
