Work bell rings at the break of dawn
man, every day is the same.
And we're just some poor old boys
only got ourselves to blame.
And men like us ain't got money
ever any longer than a day.
And men like us never got nobody --
we tell ourselves that it's okay.
Coz that's the way it's gonna stay.
When you hit rock bottom don't you pawn that guitar
man, it ain't worth a dime.
Those red-eyed boxcar nights are long,
it'll help you pass the time.
And men like us can't earn our way
so we drink the bucket gin instead.
And men like us can't get away
so we drink until we wind up dead.
Or wander streets that never end.
Don't worry about the girls you leave behind
man, they don't remember you.
Just one more poor drifter off the rail
you're gonna leave here that way too.
And men like us our, blood runs thin
and it's all we leave behind.
And men like us, we push it hard
though we never have much time
before we move on down the line.