Graveyard Shift

Been walkin' since the A road Was closed off to the town The place was wiped clean off the map Like sweat from my brow Ain't no call from the workhouse The dock has washed away No jobs on in the city Gotta work 'fore I get paid One hand in my pocket Dust track under foot Drop my tailor-made To crush it with my boot Now I wouldn't say I'm religious But there's always room for faith When I'm on my last tether Find me on my knees to pray Now there's one thing I can tell you The world has a funny way Of showing you that others Can be in a worser way Lord, take me to the church yard Where I can lift my spade 'Cause the people keep on dying And they need a place to lay