I'm looking for work I'm hurtin' for pay I looked this morning I looked yesterday If the work don't come I cannot stay I looked this morning I looked yesterday I'm searching for a home I place I can be Where I'll exist Quite simply I ain't found it yet Remains unseen I'm searching for a home A place I can be Now if it ain't my sore back It's my aching feet If it ain't the salt Then it's the sweet If it ain't enough rest It's too much sleep If the salt don't kill me It'll be the sweet A lot of people talk They'll tell you what's right Advise you to run Or force you to fight A lot of people talk Oh to hear what they'll say A lot of people talking No one's listening anyway Now if it ain't my sore back It's my aching feet Now if it ain't the salt Man it's the sweet If it ain't enough rest It's too much sleep If the salt don't kill me It'll be the sweet