All Down and Out Blues
It's hippity hop to the bucket shop
I've lost all my money, and now I have flopped
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
Now this is the truth, and it certainly exposes
That Wall Street's proposition was not all roses
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
I put up my money to win some more
I lost all I had and it left me so sore
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
I thought I would drink to wear it off
Bootleg's so high that it left me worse off
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
If they catch you with whiskey in your car
You're handicapped, and there you are
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
They'll take you to jail and if you can't make bond
Content yourself there, why you're certainly at home
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
I've got no silver and I've got no gold
I'm almost naked and it's done turned cold
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
You ask that judge to treat you well
You offer a hundred dollars he'll send you to Atlanta
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
I've lost all my money, and now I have flopped
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
Now this is the truth, and it certainly exposes
That Wall Street's proposition was not all roses
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
I put up my money to win some more
I lost all I had and it left me so sore
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
I thought I would drink to wear it off
Bootleg's so high that it left me worse off
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
If they catch you with whiskey in your car
You're handicapped, and there you are
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
They'll take you to jail and if you can't make bond
Content yourself there, why you're certainly at home
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
I've got no silver and I've got no gold
I'm almost naked and it's done turned cold
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
You ask that judge to treat you well
You offer a hundred dollars he'll send you to Atlanta
It's hard times, pity poor boy
It's hard times when you're down and out
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Writer(s): Dave Macon
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