Rick Derringer - Mean Town Blues lyrics

Lord my mother she done told me
And my father done told me
My father told me too
Yeah my mother she done told me
And my father done told me
My father told me too
It's a mean old town to live in by yourself
Yeah, work for a dollar or several thousand
Could not save a dime
You know I worked for a
Dollar, or several thousand
Man couldn't save a dime
Ain't nobody worried and there
Isn't nobody's crying
Yeah, I got my hands outside
To get a hold on, try to get some of my
Cash lord I try to get my hands
Outside to get a hold on
Try to get some of my cash
It's those great big smiles to keep
Us out of that trash
So I packed up my suitcase
And I move on down, hit that lonesome
Road you know I packed up my suitcase
And I hit that lonesome, move on
Down i'm still crying to make it
When the day was done