Homemade Ice Cream - Tony Joe White

Yeah Workin' real hard, about 50 a week Always had a job but I couldn't find no winnin' streak No, no Put a little money in my pocket The rest down in my boot I may be a poor man But I always got some loot I got boot money I got boot money Workin' real hard, about 50 a week Always had a job but I couldn't find no winnin' streak Put a little money in my pocket The rest down in my boot May be a poor man but I always got some loot I got boot money I got boot money I got boot money I got boot money Boot money Boo-boo-boot money I got boot-

Listen, here's another hard luck tune, Joe lost his job and now he just drinks in the afternoon, He just sits on the porch, staring out at the blue, Toastin' the day 'till the day goes away then he's toastin' the moon, Oh so his wife up and left, Just a little too soon, for Joey. Jolene she ain't had no easy ride. When Joe lost his shit and his heart seemed to split when she stood by his side. And Jolene, well you know she ain't no Nun, She drank in the car and she'll dance on the bar And she's still as hot as the sun. Oh she hopes and she prays that he'll pull it through. Oh how her feelings ebb and flow just like the rivers do, for Joey Joey rolls up his sleeve, I still got your name tatooed, The ink's faded and grey, but it's still serenading you, And a love so true, ah for me and you, Joe and Jolene. Jolene your all I ever had It's understood, your the only thing good, in my world filled with bad. Jolene, without you I'm all alone. Your my love, your my wife with you in my life well I'm always at home. Oh I'll put the bottle down, I'll get straight for you, Oh now that you've come home let's celebrate with one or two, to Joe and Jolene

Now some of y'all never been down South too much I'm gonna tell you a little bit about this So that you'll understand What I'm talking about Down there we have a plant that grows out In the woods and the fields Looks somethin' like a turnip green Everybody calls it Polk salad, polk salad, huh Used to know a girl that lived down there and She'd go out in the evenings and pick her a mess of it Carry it home and cook it for supper 'Cause that's about all they had to eat But they did all right Down in Louisiana Where the alligators grow so mean There lived a girl that I swear to the world Made the alligators look tame Polk salad Annie, polk salad Annie Everybody said it was a shame 'Cause her mama was working on a chain-gang A mean business woman Now, everyday 'fore supper time She'd go down by the truck patch And pick her a mess o' Polk salad And carry it home in a tote sack Polk salad Annie The gators got you granny (Chomp, chomp, chomp) Everybody said it was a shame Cause her mama was a-workin' on a chain gang A wretched, spiteful, straight-razor totin' woman Lord have mercy, pick a mess of it Her daddy was lazy and no count Claimed he had a bad back All her brothers were fit for Was stealin' watermelons out of my truck patch Polk salad Annie The gators got your granny (Woo hoo) Everybody said it was a shame 'Cause her mama was a-working on a chain gang Sock a little polk salad to me Know I need a mess of it Ooh, good God Got to have me