Dry Bread Lyrics
Dry Bread - Hank Thompson/His Brazos Valley Boys
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