| lyric | 1. Ain't got no money, can't buy no grub,
Backbone and navel doin’ the belly rub.
Chorus:
And after all my hard trav’lin’,
Things about comin’ my way.
2. The rent was due, the light was out,
I said, ,,Mama, mama, what’s it all about?“
3. The pot was empty, Lord, the cupboard bare,
I said, ,,Mama, mama, what’s goin’ on here?“
4. Worked all last summer, worked all this fall,
Gonna make new years in my overalls.
5. One of these days, it won’t be long,
You’ll call my name, Lord, I will be gone. |