Here's a little old song about a boy that got thrown out of his home, and he is eithertoo trifling or too lazy to work, and he just seemed like he never could get nothing toeat but dry bread, and that's the name of the little old song, Dry Bread.You took all my money, throwed me out on my nose, you had the nerve to ask me would amatchbox hold my clothes, dry bread sure ain't greasy, hard work sure ain't easy, dry breadand hard work always fall in my way, well I've been to Memphis, to New Orleans, Chattanoogaand to Bowling Green, I've been a lot of places, spent a lot of time, but there's one thingsure that a poor boy finds, dry bread, and it sure ain't greasy, and hard work sure ain'teasy, and dry bread and hard work always coming my way, mama I ain't gonna be your work oxno more, you done messed around and let your work ox go, I paid that big price that a poorboy pays, eating fried flitters without no grease, dry bread sure ain't greasy, hard work sure ain'teasy, and dry bread and hard work always coming my way.