Eric Bibb - With a Dolla' in My Pocket lyrics

Granddaddy died young in the Yazoo heat
Papa tried his whole life to make ends meet

My pride couldn't take it
I cussed the boss, I had to run
With a dolla’ in my pocket i hit Highway 61

I wonder where gonna lay my head
Some hollow log bound to be my bed

Nothin' but the clothes on my back
But the worries on my mind weigh like a ton
With a dolla' in my pocket i hit Highway 61

I hear everybody talkin’ 'Bout Chicago
Say there's plenty jobs up there
But the winters mighty cold

Rather be freezin'
Than hangin' from the trees
In the Mississippi sun
With a dolla' in my pocket i hit Highway 61

I musta lost my mind couldn't hold my tongue
Them words I shouted
Will get a black man hung

Can't take ’em back i had to run
With a dolla’ in my pocket i hit Highway 61