Paroles de Dry Bread

Well she spent all my money throwed me out on my nose Then have the nerve to ask me what a matchbox hold my clothes Dry bread it ain't greasy hard work it sure ain't easy Dry bread and hard work is always coming my way Well I been to Nashville New Orleans Been to Chattanooga been to Bowling Green I been lotsa places spent lotsa time There's one thing for certain that a poor boy gonna find Dry bread it ain't greasy hard work it sure ain't easy Dry bread and hard work is always coming my way [ guitar ] Well I'll roost with the chickens wrap with the hogs Graze with the cattles run rabbits with the dogs Declare to my goodness I'd rather die Than to have no gravy when my bread is dry Dry bread it ain't greasy hard work it sure ain't easy Dry bread and hard work is always coming my way