Dirty Overhalls

“Dirty Overhalls”

You can wash my pair of dirty overhalls
I'll ride that train you call the Cannon Ball
From Baltimore to the Frisco Bay,

I worked six months in a lumber town this fall
All I got left is these dirty overhalls
Ain't got a dime, ain't that a shame?

I worked 6 weeks a dynamitin' coal
All I got left is these dirty overhalls;
A dirty shame, now who's to blame?

Good gal, listen, please don't turn away,
I'll have a car and a suit o' clothes someday!
Instead of dirty old overhalls.

Honey gal, sweetheart, I do the best I can
I'm just a poor boy, a hard working man,
My money's gone - when I get done

If you leave me, I'll be so sad and blue!
What is there for a working man to do?
These overhalls! These overhalls!

I seen a rich man driving in his car.
He had a woman for every cylinder
A good warm bed, a bottle of gin

I work like a dog, I'm broke all the time.
Couldn't buy a woman a two bit bottle of wine,
These overhalls, they smell too bad

Rich man took my woman away from me
He'll be sorry, sorry wait and see!
When I get out of these overhalls.

The cops ought to put that money man in jail,
He stole my money and took away my gal,
Now who's a gonna wash my overhalls?
who's a gonna wash my overhalls?