Thirteen Days

Thirteen days on a gig in the South Well, we got enough dope to keep us all loud Yeah, we 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 Thirteen days, five to go Well, there's Birmingham, Mobile, and up to Baton Rouge We're smokin' cigarettes and reefer, drinkin' coffee and booze I saw the sun come up in Atlanta, go down 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 Thirteen days, five to go, yeah Well, the Migrant Workers is the name of this band Well, if we're ever in your town come see us if you can Yeah, we been to New York and we've been to New Orleans Some take to religion, some take to magazines and Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know Thirteen days, I got five to go Yeah, thirteen days, five to go