Ch-buh, dum, dum, dum, da da da
Ch-buh, dum, dum, dum, da da da

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Now that town sets in for a fight

Doo doo doo

Frighten'd of the dice they roll
Where the highway ends and the sand turns to gold
The turnpike ends and turns to gold

Hmmm
Me and my baby- well I drew my money from the Central Trust
And I hopped with my guitar on a greyhound bus
Headin' down south money and guitar in my hand
On a one way ticket to the promised land
Out where they- baby, through the wood, run
Down where the iron turn to rust

And your weekend pa... Your week pay baby...
And your weeks pay in a minute just turns to dust
Me again baby I wouldn't leave
Again 'till I believe
That some gonna stand, man some gonna fall
And some ain't gonna get to play the game at all

Well they give you the worst and they take the best
For a fist full of dollars and a little bit less
Hey!
Now!
Na na na...
Da da da...

Well a-broke and busted I went down to the clock - on a clock
And I took my guitar baby, put her in hock
Hmmm
Baby what's a poor boy gonna do?

A fist full of dollars and a little bit less
Da da da...