Lyrics:

I caught a .22 bullet
In the thigh one night
Trying to break up
A barroom fight
Went home, cut it out
With my ol' buck knife

Rode down in a blizzard
On the great divide
Walked twenty miles
'Til I caught a ride
Trooper said, 'Boy
It's a wonder you're still alive'

I've rode hard luck
I've been bruised and bucked
I've been hitting the ground
And turning around
And getting back up

And they're laying 'em off
Down at Kankakee
And there's boards
On the windows up
And down the street

And they're saying that
It's gonna get darker
Before the dawn
But you can bet your ass
I'll keep the lights on

Keep my babies fed
And throw my dog a bone
'Cause I'm a bring it on
Git 'er done, don't run S.O.B.
Times are tough but
They ain't got nothing on me

I got a three legged dog I call Jake
Got the won't back down
Scars on his face
He tussled with a bear
And he came in second place

He comes back home
Every now and then
With some brand new scars
That I have to mend
And I know I'm proud
To call ol' Jake my friend

'Cause he's rode hard luck
He's been bruised and bucked
He's been hitting the ground
And turning around
And getting back up

And now they're laying 'em off
Down at Kankakee
And there's boards
On the windows up
And down the street

And they're saying that
It's gonna get darker
Before the dawn
But you can bet your ass
I'll keep the lights on

Keep my babies fed
And throw my dog a bone
'Cause I'm a bring it on
Git 'er done don't run S.O.B.
Times are tough but
They ain't got nothing on me