Phil Cook - 1922 lyrics

Well I worked all summer, couldn't save a cent Gave all my money to the government I don't know quite how it got spent But the bank's a-coming for my deed The man at the mill can't see, boy Let's me get my feed for free, boy Ain't that the way it is? Well I cut out down a gravel road And I traded my stock for a V-8 Ford Dad's 410 down on the floorboards Hands the title on down to me That gasoline ain't free, boy Clutch wearing out my knee, boy Ain't that the way it is? Well I met me a woman down in St. Paul And I even met her ma, and I met her pa Her brother told me he'd bust my jaw If I talked to his sister again Told me I couldn't win, boy Blood running out my chin now Ain't that the way it is? Well I slept all night on the barroom floor And I woke up early morning my head was sore My pockets are empty, but I want some more The barman's got my car Tab's worth more by far, boy Leave her down at the bar now Ain't that the way it is? Well I hitched me a ride on a-way back home And I got me a job on a family farm Times are hard here, and I can't roam But I ain't got nothing more And I owe that company store, boy Road's looking good for sure, boy Ain't that the way it is? Well I worked all summer, couldn't save a cent I gave all my money to the government I don't know quite how it got spent But the bank's a-coming for my deed The man at the mill can't see, boy Let's me get my feed for free, boy Ain't that the way it is?