I'm looking for work
I'm hurtin' for pay
I looked this morning
I looked yesterday
If the work don't come
I cannot stay
I looked this morning
I looked yesterday
I'm searching for a home
I place I can be
Where I'll exist
Quite simply
I ain't found it yet
Remains unseen
I'm searching for a home
A place I can be
Now if it ain't my sore back
It's my aching feet
If it ain't the salt
Then it's the sweet
If it ain't enough rest
It's too much sleep
If the salt don't kill me
It'll be the sweet
A lot of people talk
They'll tell you what's right
Advise you to run
Or force you to fight
A lot of people talk
Oh to hear what they'll say
A lot of people talking
No one's listening anyway
Now if it ain't my sore back
It's my aching feet
Now if it ain't the salt
Man it's the sweet
If it ain't enough rest
It's too much sleep
If the salt don't kill me
It'll be the sweet
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