No Job Blues

Lyrics
I've been walkin' all day, and all night, too I've been walkin' all day, and all night, too 'Cause my meal ticket woman have quit me, and I can't find no work to do I's pickin' up the newspaper and I lookin' in the ads Says, I's pickin' up the newspaper and I lookin' in the ads And the policeman came along and arrested me for vag [Spoken] Now boys, y'all ought to see me in my black and white suit. It won't do I said, "Judge, Judge, what may be my fine?" Lord, I said, "Judge, Judge, what may be my fine?" He says, "Get you a pick and shovel and get deep down and mine" I'm a poor black prisoner, workin' in the ice and snow I'm a poor black prisoner, workin' in the ice and snow I got to get me another meal ticket woman, so I won't have to work no more
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Credits
- Writers
- Ramblin’ Thomas