Lyrics:

Well, I'm hanging 'round the depot, boys, trying to get a job
I'm so sick and tired of being laid off
No silver lining, no rainbow's end
Bills in my mail-box, that's all they ever send
All they ever send, hey
Well, I'm hanging 'round the corner, boys, holding up the wall
Feeling kinda sloppy, waiting for a call
Running out of patience, running out of cool
Don't turn on the radio, I don't want to hear the news
Don't want to hear the news, yeah
Well, you sure look good, baby, sure look neat
Sure make sense from your head to your feet
You don't want to know me now
But you're gonna change your mind
I'm going to Fat City, gonna do things in style
Yeah

Well, you sure look good, baby, sure look neat
Making all the ice melt as you walk down the street
You don't want to know me now
But you're gonna change your mind
I'm going to Fat City, gonna do things in style
Yeah
Well, my motor won't run, now I'm sure it's on the blink
Ain't had no gasoline since God knows when
I'm waiting for that woman, ain't she ever gonna show?
Don't keep me waiting, I got some place else to go
Some place else to go
Well, I'm hanging 'round the depot, boys, can't get a job
I'm so sick and tired of being laid off
No silver lining, no rainbow's end
Blues in my mail-box. that's all they ever send
All they ever send, all they ever send
Yeah