this town knows by now
i ain't too proud to beg
when there ain't nothing left
of the life that you once had

from the tractors to the trailers
from my daddy's passed down farm
and you know those crooked bankers
they see nothing wrong

when a man finds himself
a few payments behind
next thing you know
he's standing in the bread line

with the kids holding his left hand
and the wife holding his right
this ain't the way i pictured it
my later lot in life

watching t.v. on the whitewashed wall
as the lying politicians proclaim
everything is running smoothly
and the economy is going great

maybe they should step out
of the bubble they're living in
unless they've heard the rumors
of a mass lynching

while they're at those fancy dinners
i'm standing in this line
with this empty sinking feeling
over the bitter taste of swallowed pride

when i first heard the saying
ain't too proud to beg
i had no idea years later
this would all land in my lap