No Job Blues

I've been walkin' all day, and all night, too
I've been walkin' all day, and all night, too
'Cause my meal ticket woman have quit me, and I can't find no work to do

I's pickin' up the newspaper and I lookin' in the ads
Says, I's pickin' up the newspaper and I lookin' in the ads
And the policeman came along and arrested me for vag

[Spoken]
Now boys, y'all ought to see me in my black and white suit. It won't do

I said, "Judge, Judge, what may be my fine?"
Lord, I said, "Judge, Judge, what may be my fine?"
He says, "Get you a pick and shovel and get deep down and mine"

I'm a poor black prisoner, workin' in the ice and snow
I'm a poor black prisoner, workin' in the ice and snow
I got to get me another meal ticket woman, so I won't have to work no more