Big Country Blues

I've been up the Mississippi to the Manitoba line I've been downstream to the Gulf of Mexico Followed the sun west to Californ And there just ain't no place for me left to go Spent a lonesome month in Maine, and a year in Louisian Packed my bags and hit the Western Trail Rambled down through Texas till I came to El Paso Spent a week in a stinkin' Juarez jail I rambled through Nevada, gamblin' most of my life away I headed north when I heard Dakota call I stayed until the Northern came rollin' down the line Headed south when summer turned to fall I've been north and east and south where the cotton grows Out in the west where the sun forever shines I'v bent my back for a dollar a day in a Texas sugar field Labored in a Minnesota mine I'v seen your hungry babies scream, I watched their mamas cry Seen a worn-out prostitute beg for a dime I'v seen men come out of gutters, ready to give their lives away For a slug at a lousy bottle of rot gut wine Repeat first verse