Letra de Work for Food

Thirty days of traveling in Whiteville, Tennessee
I got three dollars in my pocket
Got three kids to feed
And my sign says I will work for food
My eyes say I'm in a working kind of mood
Yeah, I'm broke, no skill
So hard to live this way
Looking like I do, I can't seem to get the time of day
And my sign says I will work for food
My eyes say I'm in a working kind of mood
Nine to five at Scotia
Down at the mill
For half, half as much money, I've seen a better man killed
And my sign says I will work for food
My eyes say I'm in a working kind of mood