Moon Hangs Down

Moon hangs down over my town
Over my town that moon hangs down
Moon hangs down over my town
Nothing good gonna come for me

There’s a dirty little house at the end of the road
At the end of the road where I was born
Dirty little house at the end of the road
Nothing good gonna come for me

There’s a pretty little girl lying in the bed
Lying in the bed trying to go to sleep
A pretty little girl lying in the bed
Nothing good gonna come for me

So what the wine don’t reach the top of my cup
It’s easy for a poor man to get real good and drunk
Lie on your back you know there ain’t no way but up
Ain't no way but up

There’s three little birds flying through the air
Flying the air trying to get away
Four little birds flying through the air
Nothing good gonna come for me

Takes one little cloud to block out the sun
To block out the sun takes one little cloud
One little cloud to block out the sun
Nothing good gonna come for me

Cause the moon hangs down over my town
Over my town that moon hangs down
Moon hangs down over my town
Nothing good gonna come for me

So what the wine don’t reach the top of my cup
It’s easy for a poor man to get real good and drunk
Lie on your back you know there ain’t no way but up
There ain’t no way but up

And when I get called up
I hope I’m real good and drunk
And I stumble to your table
Watch you fill my cup