"Work for Food [Acoustic Version]" as written by and John Mills Easdale....
Yeah well no one really understands,
A shopping cart is filled with cans,
And a top hat, and a snare drum, and a horn.
And a poster and some magazines,
With my picture, and some magic beans,
And a blanket, that I got, when I was born.

Different people do the same things everyday,
I just look the other way,
But I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'

I deny a problem with my attitude,
'Cause I will work for food,
Yeah I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'

I wasn't always pararnoid,
Sang a song on Uncle Floyd,
But the records, never sold, and that was bad.
And my Mommy still took care of me,
Till I was almost thirty-three
Now she's gone up to heaven, to see Dad.

Sheriffs came with pistols and their starry sleeves,
Gimme thirty days to leave,
And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin

No one wants to pay me for my broken heart,
So now I've got this shopping cart,
And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'
On

On, and on, and on, and on, and on

Different people do the same things everyday,
I just look the other way,
And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'

I can't live without eternal gratitude,
'Cause I will work for food,
And I keep on rollin', I keep on rollin'
On

On, and on and on, and on, and on

On, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on and on and
On


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"Work for Food" as written by John Mills Easdale

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