Dirty Overhalls Songtext
von The Del McCoury Band

You can wash my pair of dirty overhalls
I′ll ride that train you call the cannonball
From Baltimore to the Frisco Bay
I worked six months in a lumber town this fall
All I got left is these dirty overhalls
Ain't got a dime, ain′t that a shame?

I worked six weeks a dynamiting coal
All I got left is these dirty overhalls
A dirty shame. Now whose to blame?

Good girl, listen, please don't turn away
I'll have a car and suit o′ clothes someday
Instead of dirty old overhalls


Honey girl, sweetheart, I do the best I can
I′m just a poor boy, a hard-working man
My money's gone when I get done
If you leave me, I′ll be so sad and blue!
What is there for a working man to do?
These overhalls, these overhalls

I seen a rich man driving in his car
He had a woman for every cylinder
A good warm bed, a bottle of gin
I work like a dog, I'm broke all the time
Couldn′t buy a woman a two bit bottle of wine
These overhalls they smell too bad

Rich man took my woman away from me
He'll be sorry, sorry, wait and see
When I get out of these overhalls
The cops ought to put that money man in jail
He stole my money and took away my girl
Now who′s a gonna wash, my overhalls?
Who's a gonna wash, my overhalls?