Текст песни Work For Food

30 days of traveling In Whitville, Tennessee Got 3 dollars in my pocket Got 3 kids to feed My sign says I will work for food My eyes say I'm in 'A working kind of mood 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 9 to 5 at Scotia Down at the mill For half as much money I've seen a better man killed