All In Down And Out Blues - 2003 Remastered

It's hippity hop to the bucket shop
 I've lost all my money, and now I have flopped
 It's hard times, pity poor boy
 It's hard times when you're down and out
 Now this is the truth, and it certainly exposes
 That Wall Street's proposition was not all roses
 It's hard times, pity poor boy
 It's hard times when you're down and out
 I put up my money to win some more
 I lost all I had and it left me so sore
 It's hard times, pity poor boy
 It's hard times when you're down and out
 I thought I would drink to wear it off
 Bootleg's so high that it left me worse off
 It's hard times, pity poor boy
 It's hard times when you're down and out
 If they catch you with whiskey in your car
 You're handicapped, and there you are
 It's hard times, pity poor boy
 It's hard times when you're down and out
 They'll take you to jail and if you can't make bond
 Content yourself there, why you're certainly at home
 It's hard times, pity poor boy
 It's hard times when you're down and out
 I've got no silver and I've got no gold
 I'm almost naked and it's done turned cold
 It's hard times, pity poor boy
 It's hard times when you're down and out
 You ask that judge to treat you well
 You offer a hundred dollars he'll send you to Atlanta
 It's hard times, pity poor boy
 It's hard times when you're down and out