Work For Food

Lyrics

Thirty days of traveling in Whiteville, Tennessee I got three dollars in my pocket Got three kids to feed And my sign says I will work for food My eyes say I'm in a working kind of mood Yeah, 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 And my sign says I will work for food My eyes say I'm in a working kind of mood Nine to five at Scotia Down at the mill For half, half as much money, I've seen a better man killed And my sign says I will work for food My eyes say I'm in a working kind of mood