Welfare Line

Well, now [D]boys, I've been to Bethlehem.
Rode there on a big steam [G]train.
Lost two fingers in the [D]steel mills.
And I [A]ain't goin' back [D]again.

I [D]fought for my country,
Lord knows, I did my [G]best.
Crawlin' 'cross some [D]foreign field,
They [A]pinned a ribbon to my [D]chest.

[G]So, pass around the bottle, boys,
Let's talk about old [D]times.
Night's [D]rollin' in, it's cold as sin,
[A]Here on the welfare [D]line.

[D]Served on the Georgia Road Gang.
Couldn't pay the debts I [G]owed.
'Cause I'm ain't made of [D]silver,
And I [A]ain't never seen no [D]gold.

[D]I still remember Rachael,
Soft as a velvet [G]gown.
They layed her in the [D]pauper's grave,
On the [A]other side of [D]town.

(Repeat Chorus)

[D]      [G]      [D]   [A]   [D]

Now [D]some folks are born to money,
You know I wish them [G]well.
If the devil should ever [D]want my soul,
I [A]swear I'd never [D]sell.

(Repeat Chorus 2x)