Lyrics:

There aint no Santa Claus on the evenin stage
There aint no way t pull the curtain
N hide from hungers rage
There aint no town t stop in
There aint no time t stop in
There aint no straw for my horse
There aint no straw for my bed
There aint no comfort in cold boards
There aint no rumours or food for my stomach
N someday Im gonna be saved
Cause I gotta eat n drink n breathe n sleep
N Im ah slave
Down in hominys grotto theres ah soul dien n leavin
Every second on the evenin stage
Theres ah soul dien n rottin n pickin
Some new kinda cotton
With his fingers broken n his heart n back forgotten
There aint no Santa Claus on the evenin stage