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
Sure ain't easy
Well, dry bread
And hard work
Is always coming my way
Yeah, I've been to Nashville
New Orleans
I've been to Chattanooga
Been to Bowling Green
I've been lot of places
Spent lot of time
One gosh thing for certain
That a poor boy gonna find
Dry bread
Sure ain't greasy
Hard work
Sure ain't easy
Well, dry bread
And hard work
Is always coming my way
Well, I'll roost with the chickens
Wrap with the hogs
I'll 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
Sure ain't easy
Dry bread
And hard work
Is always coming my way
Dry bread
It ain't greasy
Hard work
Sure ain't easy
Well, dry bread
And hard work
Is always coming my way
Dry bread
And hard work
Is always coming my way