Well a great black river a man had found. So he put all his money in a hole in the ground. And sent a big steel arm drivin' down down down. Man now I live on the streets of Houston town. Packed up my wife and kids when winter came along. And we headed down south with just spit and a song. But they said "Sorry son it's gone gone gone". Well there's men hunkered down by the railroad tracks. The Elkhorn Special blowin' my hair back. Tents pitched on the highway in the dirty moonlight. And I don't know where I'm gonna sleep tonight. Parked in the lumberyard freezin' our asses off. My kids in the back seat got a graveyard cough. Well I'm sleepin' up in front with my wife. Billy club tappin' on the windshield in the middle of the night. Says "Move along man move along". Well big limousine long shiny and black. You don't look ahead you don't look back. How many times can you get up after you've been hit?. Well I swear if I could spare the spit. I'd lay one on your shiny chrome. And send you on your way back home. So if you're gonna leave your town where the north wind blow. To go on down where that sweet soda river flow. Well you better think twice on it Jack. You're better off buyin' a shotgun dead off the rack. You ain't gonna find nothin' down here friend. Except seeds blowin' up the highway in the south wind. Movin' on movin' on it's gone gone it's all gone.