Brown & Root, Brown & Root
Lord I worked my hands in wet cement
For the county highway crew
I'm the middle boy from a family of ten
And poor sons-a-bitches were we
Pa was mean when he drank and he always drank
And he never said three words to me
Lord it's hell when your down don't know one care
It all looks like uphill down there
Cause you work and you climb and you smell like dirt
And you know you ain't going nowhere
At Brown and Root Brown and Root
Whoo ha
Lord the rain would come and the roof would leak
And the gas company cut off the heat
Cause when it rains you don't work which means no pay
Which always meant not much to eat
There are too many ways to get beat
At Brown and Root Brown and Root
Whoo ha
Autor(es): RODNEY J. CROWELL
