With a Dolla' In My Pocket

Granddaddy died young

In the Yazoo heat

Papa tried his whole life

To make ends meet

My pride couldn't take it

I cussed the boss, I had to run

With a dolla' in my pocket

I hit Highway 61

I wonder where

Gonna lay my head

Some hollow log

Bound to be my bed

Nothin' but the clothes on my back

But the worries on my mind weigh like a ton

With a dolla' in my pocket

I hit Highway 61

I hear everybody talkin'

'Bout Chicago

Say there's plenty jobs up there

But the winters mighty cold

Rather be freezin'

Than hangin' from the trees in the Mississippi sun

With a dolla' in my pocket

I hit Highway 61

I musta lost my mind

Couldn't hold my tongue

Them words I shouted

Will get a black man hung

Can't take 'em back

I had to run

With a dolla' in my pocket

I hit Highway 61

Granddaddy died young

In the Yazoo heat

Papa tried his whole life

To make ends meet

My pride couldn't take it

I cussed the boss, I had to run

With a dolla' in my pocket

I hit Highway 61

With a dolla' in my pocket

I hit Highway 61