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 Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin Here on the welfare line Served on the Georgia road gang Couldn't pay the debts I owed 'Cause I ain't 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 Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin Here on the welfare line Whoo Yeah, whoo Now, some folks are born to money You know I wish 'em well If the devil should ever want my soul I swear I'd never sell So pass around the bottle, boys Let's talk about old times Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin Here on the welfare line Pass around the bottle, boys Let's talk about old times Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin Here on the welfare line