Work For A Dollar

[Verse 1]
I was born under at B36
I was part of the Baywood Bone
And Daddy was a sandy-land cotton farmer
He ploughed the Book Of John
He ploughed the Book Of John

[Verse 2]
And Mama must have loved that Book Of John
She read it every day
And every time I see a sandy-land farmer
I can still hear Mama say
I still hear Mama say:

[Chorus]
"You gotta work for a dollar
To earn a dime, Jimmy
You gotta work for a dollar
To earn a dime
They'll take it from you every time

[Verse 3]
Mama went to heaven in ’64
I was alone in ’65
A-layin’ in a cheap California hotel
Just tryin' to stay alive
Tryin' to stay alive

[Verse 4]
And the years went by and thе money rolled in
And it came so еasily
I almost forgot the original thought
My mama gave to me
Good God, my mama gave to me

[Chorus]
"You gotta work for a dollar
To earn a dime, Jimmy
You gotta work for a dollar
To earn a dime
They'll take it from you every time"

[Guitar solo]

[Verse 5]
Now, I'm supposed to be a man
And I got children of my own
I'll now be workin' in what I can
Until those kids are grown
Until those kids are grown

[Verse 6]
And they were born under a B52
In a different kind of war
And the bombs are bigger and the times are harder
I've seen it all before
I seen it all before

[Chorus]
You gotta work for a dollar
To earn a dime, Jimmy
You still gotta work for a dollar
To make a dime
They take it from you every time