| Lyrics: | Thirteen days on a gig in the south
Thirteen days on a gig in the
South.
We've got enough dope to keep us all around
We've got two girls dancin' to bring in a crowd
A sound man to mix us, make
us sound loud
Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know
There's thirteen days with five to go
There's Birmingham, Mobile, and up to Baton Rouge
We're smokin' cigarettes
and reefer, drinkin' coffee and
booze
I saw the sun go down in
Atlanta, come up in New Orleans
I got to know a waitress, I tried to get in
her jeans
Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know
There's thirteen days with five to go
Migrant Worker is the name of this band
If we're ever in your town, come
see us if you can
Yeah, we been to New Orleans, we been to New York
Some take to the magazines, some take to dope
Sometimes we
make money, sometimes I don't know
Thirteen days with five to go |
