Waylon Jennings - Welfare Line lyrics

Well now, boys I've been to Bethlehem Rode there on a big steam train Lost two fenders in the steel wheels And I ain't goin' back again I fought for my country Lord knows I did my best Crawlin' cross some foreign field They pinned a ribbon to my chest So pa** around the bottle boys Let's talk about old times Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin Here on the welfare line Served on a Georgia road gang Couldn't pay the debts I owed 'Cos I ain't made of silver And I ain't ever seen no gold I still remember Rachel Soft as a velvet gown They laid her in a pauper's grave On the other side of town So pa** around the bottle boys Let's talk about old times Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin Here on the welfare line Now some folks are born to money You know I wish 'em well If the devil should ever want my soul I swear I'd never sell So pa** around the bottle boys Let's talk about old times Night's rollin' in, it's cold as sin Here on the welfare line