Dry Bread

Dry Bread - Hank Thompson

Well she spent all my money

Throwed me out on my nose

Then have the nerve to ask me

What a matchbox hold my clothes

Dry bread it ain't greasy

Hard work it sure ain't easy

Dry bread and hard work is always coming my way

Well I been to Nashville New Orleans

Been to Chattanooga been to Bowling Green

I been lotsa places spent lotsa time

There's one thing for certain

That a poor boy gonna find

Dry bread it ain't greasy

Hard work it sure ain't easy

Dry bread and hard work is always coming my way

Well I'll roost with the chickens

Wrap with the hogs

Graze with the cattles

Run rabbits with the dogs

Declare to my goodness

I'd rather die

Than to have no gravy when my bread is dry

Dry bread it ain't greasy

Hard work it sure ain't easy

Dry bread and hard work is always coming my way