1922 Blues
Well, I worked all summer, couldn't save a cent
I gave all my money to the government
I don't know quite how it got spent
But the banks a-comin' for my deed, boys
Man at the mill can't see, boys
Let me get my feed for free, boys
Ain't that the way it is
Well, I cut out down a braver road
I traded my stock for a V8 Ford
Danced for town down on the floor boards
And the title owed down to me, boys
That gasoline ain't free, boys
Just guzzling out my knee bone?
Ain't that the way it is
Well, I met me a woman down in Saint Paul
I even met her mother and I met her pal
The brother told me that he'd bust my jaw
I talked to his sister again, boys
Told me I couldn't win though
There's blood running down my chin now
Ain't that the way it is
Well, I slept all night on the barroom floor
And woke up this morning, my head was sore
Pockets empty, but I want some more
Now, the bar man's got my car, boys
Tales worth more by far, boys
As I leave her down at the bar now
Ain't that the way it is
Well, I hitched me a ride on the way back home
I got me a job on a family farm
Times are hard here, but I can't roll
And I ain't got nothing more, boys
And I owe that company store, boys
Gold's looking good for sure, boys
Ain't that the way it is
Well, I worked all summer couldn't save a cent
I gave all my money to the government
I don't know quite how it got spent
But the banks a-comin' for my deed, boys
Man at the mill can't see, boys
Let me get my feed for free, boys
But ain't that the way it is
I gave all my money to the government
I don't know quite how it got spent
But the banks a-comin' for my deed, boys
Man at the mill can't see, boys
Let me get my feed for free, boys
Ain't that the way it is
Well, I cut out down a braver road
I traded my stock for a V8 Ford
Danced for town down on the floor boards
And the title owed down to me, boys
That gasoline ain't free, boys
Just guzzling out my knee bone?
Ain't that the way it is
Well, I met me a woman down in Saint Paul
I even met her mother and I met her pal
The brother told me that he'd bust my jaw
I talked to his sister again, boys
Told me I couldn't win though
There's blood running down my chin now
Ain't that the way it is
Well, I slept all night on the barroom floor
And woke up this morning, my head was sore
Pockets empty, but I want some more
Now, the bar man's got my car, boys
Tales worth more by far, boys
As I leave her down at the bar now
Ain't that the way it is
Well, I hitched me a ride on the way back home
I got me a job on a family farm
Times are hard here, but I can't roll
And I ain't got nothing more, boys
And I owe that company store, boys
Gold's looking good for sure, boys
Ain't that the way it is
Well, I worked all summer couldn't save a cent
I gave all my money to the government
I don't know quite how it got spent
But the banks a-comin' for my deed, boys
Man at the mill can't see, boys
Let me get my feed for free, boys
But ain't that the way it is
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Writer(s): Jeffrey Parr
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