Welfare Line

D  
Well now, boys I've been to Bethlehem  
                          G  
Rode there on a big steam train  
                        D  
Lost two fingers in the steel wheels  
                  A    D  
And I ain't goin' back again.  
  
D  
I fought for my country  
                    G  
Lord knows I did my best  
                    D  
Crawlin' cross some foreign field  
              A            D  
They pinned a ribbon to my chest.  
  
  
   G  
So pass around the bottle boys   
                     D  
Let's talk about old times  
Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin  
A                   D  
Here on the Welfare Line.  
  
D  
Served on a Georgia road gang  
                         G  
Couldn't pay the debts I owed  
                      D  
Cause I ain't made of silver  
                 A       D  
And I ain't ever seen no gold.  
  
D  
I still remember Rachel   
                 G  
Soft as a velvet gown  
                   D  
They laid her in a pauper's grave  
             A       D  
On the other side of town.  
  
Chorus 
  
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    D  
Now some folks are born to money  
                    G  
You know I wish 'em well  
    
                         D  
If the Devil should ever want my soul  
            A     D  
I swear I'd never sell.  
  
Chorus