WRITTEN BY: OWEN TEMPLE
As a kid in Arkansawyer, I got my hambone on
But those days are gone
To get me paid some wages, I rolled out of town
Where I find work is where I’m bound
Indy to Atoka, on roofs and under cars
Building churches, building bars
Tampa to Kalkaska picking fruit off of the trees
Michigan to the Florida Keys
Trying to find, trying to find
Dollars and dimes
Trade my time, dollars and dimes
No pie in the sky when I go
Old Utah Joe he ought to know
From Desolation Canyon to Confusion Range
Broken down, feeling strange
Trying to find, trying to find
Dollars and dimes
Sell my time, dollars and dimes
Cairo Illinois, you better watch out son
It’s like the Union Army never won
Two rivers join together Mississippi and Ohio
But stay apart as they flow
Trying to find, trying to find
Dollars and dimes
All my time, dollars and dimes
As a kid in Arkansawyer, I got my hambone on
But those days are gone
© 2009 Owen Temple Music (BMI) / Art Mob Music (BMI)
