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Well now, boys I've been to Bethlehem Rode there on a big steam train Lost two fenders in the steel wheels 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 a Georgia road gang Couldn't pay the debts I owed 'Cos I ain't made of silver And I ain't ever seen no gold I still remember Rachel Soft as a velvet gown They laid her in a 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 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 |