Saturday's the last I saw of what I got on Friday
And tomorrow I will crawl on back and stand in line
If I can I'll borrow some to make it through a while
Hand me down and run me ‘round until I'm back again
All the livelong day -- anyway

So you say a few of us will not be coming back
Who among you will not mind and who is looking slack
Did I hear an angry word from one of you sometime
Did you know the gravy train can stop upon a dime
All the livelong day -- anyway

Yauxdel

When I find my hat I'm gone away . . . anyway

Trick down until the rain had finally reached my shoes
Would that I could play guitar and this could be my dues
Thought about that little engine -- tried to say I can
I'm so broke I cannot pay attention to the man