Welfare Line

Well, now boys, I've been to Bethlehem
 Rode there on a big steam train
 Lost two fingers in the steel mills
 And I ain't goin' back again
 I fought for my country
 Lord knows, I did my best
 Crawlin' 'cross some foreign field
 They pinned a ribbon to my chest
 So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times
 Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line
 Served on the Georgia Road Gang
 Couldn't pay the debts I owe
 'Cause I'm not made of silver
 And I ain't never seen no gold
 I still remember Rachael
 Soft as a velvet gown
 They laid her in the pauper's grave
 On the other side of town
 So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times
 Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line
 I know some folks are born of money
 You know I wish them well
 If the devil would ever want my soul
 I swear I'd never sell
 So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times
 Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line
 Pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times
 Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line