relocationblues

Relocation Blues

A folding cot, that's about my speed;
Some folding money is the thing I need;
Fourteen kids and a hog to feed,
Got the relocation blues.

County welfare it will make you fat,
It will buy you a brand new Stetson hat,
If you can prove you're a Democrat,
Got the relocation blues.

I don't know, but I been told
That uptown factory is made out of gold;
But I'm too dumb to work, too weak to roll,
Got those relocation blues.

A factory hand he pays a union fee;
A farmer, he gets a great big subsidy;
All a coal miner gets is sympathy,
Got the relocation blues.