WHEN YOU'RE DOWN AND OUT
To old California where I did go
My jalopy broke down and I spent all my dough.
It's a hard time, pity poor boy,
It's a hard time, when you're down and out.
(Repeat after each verse)
I rambled around in the cotton fields,
I worked like the devil but couldn't make meals,
I damn near starved in an 80 cent field,
If you was me how would you feel?
I rambled and I gambled and worked like a dog,
I slept every night in an old holler log.
The days they was hot and the nights they was cold,
The stores full of groceries, the banks full of gold.
Sometimes I think I'll steal a six-shooter
And I'll turn out to be a ring tail tooter.
I'll stral my hip with two forty-fours
I'll take all their greenback and take all their gold.
I might not know what it's all about,
I'll join with the union and soon find out.
I guess that the union is better than guns,
It says get your money, but never to run.