Mean Town Blues

                                  Lord my mother she done told me and my father done told 

me                       

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