No Job Blues

I been walking all day
and all night too
I been walking all day
and all night too
'Cause my meal-ticket woman have quit me
and I can't find no work to do

I picken up the news paper
and I looked in the ads
Says I picken up the news paper
and I looken in the ads
And the policeman come along
and he arrested me for vag

(Now, boys, you ought to see me in my black and white suit

It won't do.)

I said, Judge,
Judge, what may be my fine?
Lord I say Judge,
Judge, what may be my fine?
He said, Get your pick and shovel
and get deep down in mine

I'm a poor vag prisoner
working in the ice and snow
I'm a poor vag prisoner
working in the ice and snow
I got to get me another meal-ticket woman
so I won't have to work no more
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