Song Lyrics

I've been workin' at a sawmill earnin' every dime I make * Lookin' at my check stub cussin' what the tax man takes * My baby's dependin' on me oh Lord to bring the bacon home * But it's just salt pork we're eating lower on the hog * But if I die in the mornin' they can't say I didn't pay my way * With honest sweat and elbow grease and doin' what the foremen say * But after we buy groceries, pay the rent and the telephone * I'm broke, it's gone, what's goin' on * There's a lot less scrap to throw out to the dog * I'm makin' more now and eatin' lower on the hog * There's people standin' with their hands out formin' a welfare line * Savin' their back while I'm out breakin' mine * I ain't worried about the federal budget or the L.A. city smog * I'm workin' overtime and eatin' lower on the hog * But if I die in the mornin' they can't say I didn't pay my way * With honest sweat and elbow grease and doin' what the foremen say * But after we buy groceries, pay the rent and the telephone * I'm broke, it's gone, what's goin' on * There's a lot less scrap to throw out to the dog * I'm makin' more now and eatin' lower on the hog.

Larry E. Cordle, Lionel A. Delmore