With a Dolla’ in My Pocket Songtext
von Eric Bibb

Granddaddy died young
In the Yazoo heat
Papa tried his whole life
To make ends meet

My pride couldn′t take it
I cussed the boss, I had to run
With a dolla' in my pocket
I hit Highway 61

I wonder where
Gonna lay my head
Some hollow log
Bound to be my bed

Nothin′ but the clothes on my back
But the worries on my mind weigh like a ton
With a dolla' in my pocket
I hit Highway 61


I hear everybody talkin'
′Bout Chicago
Say there′s plenty jobs up there
But the winters mighty cold

Rather be freezin'
Than hangin′ from the trees in the Mississippi sun
With a dolla' in my pocket
I hit Highway 61

I must have lost my mind
Couldn′t hold my tongue
Them words I shouted
Will get a black man hung

Can't take ′em back
I had to run
With a dolla' in my pocket
I hit Highway 61

Granddaddy died young
In the Yazoo heat
Papa tried his whole life
To make ends meet


My pride couldn't take it
I cussed the boss, I had to run
With a dolla′ in my pocket
I hit Highway 61
With a dolla′ in my pocket
I hit Highway 61