I been workin' the whole day long On these railroad ties singin' a sad, sad song Down the track is a bad way to live The boss man's whip is all he's got to give And late at night in the twilight of the South They put you in a cell and let the bulldogs out The old cat down the way Well he's singin' out the blues 'Cause he's got no one back home Oh, somebody sighed Next day comes they send you back out on the track All that sweat be drippin' down off your back Everybody's singin' a workin' man's song Hopin' they don't have to feel the whip on their bone The water boy slowly works his way around A bucket full of swamp water weighin' him down Old Squezer Walker just fell out on the ground And they're draggin' his body away Oh, my, my, my
Well, there's talk around camp That there's gonna be a fight Old Razor Face and Willie Black The meanest dudes in sight One's got a razor and the other's got a knife But only one's gonna walk out alive
Oh, baby, mama, get me out of here Can't stand no more This place is gonna be the death of me Believe to my soul that I gotta be free There's only one way that it's every gonna be That's when the angels come and take me away Well, now
Oh, baby, mama, get me out of here Can't stand no more This place is gonna be the death of me Believe to my soul that I gotta be free There's only one way that it's every gonna be That's when the angels come and take me away Well, nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
