Mean Town Blues Lyrics

Lord my mother she done told me
And my father done told me
My father told me too
Yeah my mother she done told me
And my father done told me
My father told me too
It's a mean old town to live in by yourself
Yeah work for a dollar or several thousand
Could not save a dime
You know I worked for a dollar,

Or several thousand
Man couldn't save a dime
Ain't nobody worried and there isn't
Nobodys crying
Yeah I got my hands outside to get a hold on
Try to get some of my cash
Lord I try to get my hands outside
To get a hold on
Try to get some of my cash
It's those great big smiles to keep us
Out of that trash
So I packed up my suitcase
And I move on down
Hit that lonesome road
You know I packed up my suitcase
And I hit that lonesome
Move on down
I'm still crying to make it when
The day was done