Ain't a song left to sing 

On a day cold and gray

Dark clouds gathered round 

Took my sunshine away

Got a hole in my heart 

And the sole of my shoes

Been going down the road 

Too low to sing the blues

Where's the worried man to sing my song? 

Troubled mind to hold my head? 

Ease the pain upon my brow 

'Cause nothing in this whole world can 

Save the worried man

Too poor to leave 

Too poor to try

Poor boy, when you gonna learn to say goodbye?

Where's the worried man to sing my song? 

Troubled mind to hold my head? 

Ease the pain upon my brow 

'Cause nothing in this whole world can 

Save the worried man

It’s a penny for a wish 

And a dollar per the acre

Dig yourself a hole but pay the undertaker

Too poor to leave, too poor to try

Poor boy hang his poor head and cry

Where's the worried man to sing my song? 

Troubled mind to hold my head? 

Ease the pain upon my brow 

'Cause nothing in this whole world can