The Chaps

The Chaps

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Thirty Days Or Thirty Dollars

Written By: Hyram Ballard

Thirty days or thirty dollars
Judge said "Boy, you gotta pay"
"Cuz in this town we don't like strangers"
"Wish your kind would just dry up and blow away"

I used to be so well respected
Job, a home and family
Never even once suspected
They'd close the doors on that old factory

Thirty days or thirty dollars
"Boy, you just look like trouble to me"
"Ain't nothin' here for the likes of you
"'Cept a lot of pain and misery"

I left home with the shirt on my back
And a pack load of memories
A worn and faded picture
Some folks I sure hope remember me

Thirty days or thirty dollars
Ain't got the cash so I'll do the time
Dollar a day ain't bad wages
But when it's through I'm on down the line

There's little comfort out here on the road
'Cept hobo coffee and thin soled shoes
Sign of a kind hearted woman
Who'll trade some work for a hot meal or two

Thirty days or thirty dollars
Ain't got the cash so I'll do the time
Dollar a day ain't bad wages
But when it's through I'm on down the line

Thirty days or thirty dollars
Thirty days or thirty dollars
Thirty days or thirty dollars