Written by Rich Alves/Gary Harrison/Bill McCorvey
D The assembly plant moved to Mexico, the domestic sales started getting slow G A but the bills kept pooring in, me and beck took it on the chin D And the day the landlord threw us out, Becky she threw in the towel G She had enough at last A of these modern grapes of wrathIt seems like a million years ago, I faced each day full of hope honest labor with my hands, making a livin, making plans Well I never was much at drinking before but these days its all that keeps me warm Its still hard to belive This could ever happen to me Chorus 2x 2nd Chorus G D The President still has a job but I don't G A Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't D You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both G with a sign that reads will work for food Em G A and later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire G A D wheres the pot of gold for a street man named desire G A Bm wheres the pot of gold for a street man named desireG D Saddam Huessien still has a job but I don't G A Tonight he'll sleep in a big warm bed but I won't D You'll see me standing in front of a bus stop both G with a sign that reads will work for food Em G A and later I'll take my place around the trash barrel fire G A D wheres the pot of gold for a street man named desire