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   [ guitar ]   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