Wrong Way Street

Not an acre on the hillside
 Not a dollar to my name
 My job got shipped off far away from home
 And all the two-time bankers
 All moan and complain
 That's enough, they've got enough for two
 With none left for me and you
 And all you daytime workers
 Your backs breakin' every day
 Ain't but a passing thought in their mind
 And when you're done a-toiling
 Sorry sir, you're on your own
 You don't mind this and you don't mind that
 You surely won't mind dying.
 And the years roll down
 In this dusty town
 It's been worn down hard
 And run away
 And there's a girl beside me
 Lord, she's the one I love
 But I can't buy no flowers or a ring
 And her mama's nice and friendly
 And her daddy wants me dead
 That's the way things go these days
 And that's the way they've been
 And the years roll down
 In this dusty town
 It's been worn down hard
 And run away
 My restless hands are grabbing
 For a time that's never there
 Wishful thinking got me down so low
 And of all my friends and lovers
 I'm the only one left alive
 It echoes through the halls and stairs
 And looks me in the eye
 And the years roll down
 In this dusty town
 It's been worn down hard
 And run away
 And the years roll down
 In this dusty town
 It's been worn down hard
 And run away