Moon hangs down over my town Over my town that moon hangs down Moon hangs down over my town Nothing good gonna come for me There’s a dirty little house at the end of the road At the end of the road where I was born Dirty little house at the end of the road Nothing good gonna come for me There’s a pretty little girl lying in the bed Lying in the bed trying to go to sleep A pretty little girl lying in the bed Nothing good gonna come for me So what the wine don’t reach the top of my cup It’s easy for a poor man to get real good and drunk Lie on your back you know there ain’t no way but up Aint no way but up There’s three little birds flying through the air Flying the air trying to get away Four little birds flying through the air Nothing good gonna come for me Takes one little cloud to block out the sun To block out the sun takes one little cloud One little cloud to block out the sun Nothing good gonna come for me Cause the moon hangs down over my town Over my town that moon hangs down Moon hangs down over my town Nothing good gonna come for me So what the wine don’t reach the top of my cup It’s easy for a poor man to get real good and drunk Lie on your back you know there ain’t no way but up There ain’t no way but up And when I get called up I hope I’m real good and drunk And I stumble to your table Watch you fill my cup