G D
For twenty-two days I’ve stood in the welfare line
D7 G
Without an education a job was hard to find
G7 C
And up in front of me were ten thousand plus nine
G D G
And I'm up to my neck in I.O.U.’s and down to my last dime
G D
I tried to sell some pencils on the street
D7 G
But found my luck to sell was just weak
G7 C
I’m ashamed to have to pretend that I am blind
G D G G7
But I'm up to my neck in I.O.U.’s and down to my last dime
D G
Well I'm up to my neck in I.O.U.’s, I owe everybody in town
A A7 D
Everyday I say I’m getting on up put I keep going down
