Ain't it a pity
When your rooster crows
At the top of the day
Lays a whip down to your bones
Get up and get it
Baby all day long
Maybe nobody cares
Maybe nobody wants us
Either way
City to city
For the best in show
I got some cattle to call
You got those buck-kneed sows
Lazy don’t get it
In this old ghost town
Why don’t you get out the way
So I can lay it all down
Either way, here I come
From the smallest town on the lowest rung
All the same, got no bad blood
When country come to town
Or town to country come
Because there ain't nowhere to run
Nowhere to run
