I'm looking for a job in this town
I'm looking for a love in this crowd
Cheap food is all I found
thirteen feet under the ground
So I walked away and hit the road
Sitting here never helped at all
Isolation never put me down
thirteen feet under the ground
Then I met a strange kind of a guy
Black face white hands sort of a smile
He did not speak barely made a sound
thirteen feet under the ground
I cry every night for my broken bones
Each and every night I cry and I cradle my soul
Full time job never been a good friend
It's better to live a life then raise a cent
All we need is trying to stay around
And cheap food is all I found
Isolation never put me down
thirteen feet under the ground
I cry every night for my broken bones
Each and every night I cry and I cradle my soul
I'm looking for a job in this town
I'm looking for a love in this crowd
Cheap food is all I found
thirteen feet under the ground