Lyrics:

30 days of traveling
In Whitville, Tennessee
Got 3 dollars in my pocket
Got 3 kids to feed

My sign says
I will work for food
My eyes say I'm in
'A working kind of mood

I'm broke, no skill
So hard to live this way
Looking like I do I can't
Seem to get the time of day

9 to 5 at Scotia
Down at the mill
For half as much money
I've seen a better man killed