Lyrics

Wind in the cotton field Red clay, cracked and dry When there ain't any rain Everything dies It makes for real hard living You feel like giving up Living paycheck to paycheck Without any job (Instrumental break) Flood blew the levee A big storm blowed down When it rains day and night Everything drowns It makes for real hard living You feel like you've been robbed Living paycheck to paycheck Without any job (Instrumental break) There's no work here now But to clean up hurricane mud And the dollar they pay Buys a cheap home brewed jug Paper sack whiskey and smoke my old corn cob Living paycheck to paycheck Without any job It's real mean living, a poor man's last stop Keep living paycheck to paycheck Without any job I ain't got no job I don't know work around here Paycheck to paycheck You know it's been a real long stretch Paycheck to paycheck