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 mills. 
      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                                                       D 
So, pass around the bottle, boys, Let's talk about old times. 
        D                             A                   E 
Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin, Here on the welfare line. 


D 
Served on the 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 never seen no gold. 

D  
I still remember Rachael, 
                 G 
Soft as a velvet gown. 
                      D 
They layed her in the pauper's grave, 
       A             D 
On the other side of town. 

 
G                                                       D 
So, pass around the bottle, boys, Let's talk about old times. 
        D                             A                   E 
Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin, Here on the welfare line. 


    D 
Now some folks are born to money, 
                     G 
You know I wish them well. 
                         D 
If the devil should ever want my soul, 
  A               D        
I swear I'd never sell.