Walking in my shabby coat and boy it sure is cold

Trying to get a hang-out here on Hungry Row

I'll wash your dishes I'll chop your wood

For bite I'll scrub your clothes

Cause beggars can't be choosers here on Hungry Row



Once I had the chance to see my little children grow

And my woman's love I've thought I had there's heavy on my soul

I've lost my wife to another man it's a story too many times told

Now I try to escape from her memory here on Hungry Row



Riding on an old freight car my future's black as coal

Depression's my companion here on Hungry Row

If you see me passin' by don't turn up your nose

I know someone just like you right here on Hungry Row

We all started out with big ideas love and money was our goal

And if it happens to you then you'll welcome to your place on Hungry Row

If it happens to you then you'll welcome to your place on Hungry Row Hungry Row