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