Another day on Highway 41nIt's a long black snake that runs to the sunnMy mama told me since the day I was bornnSon, down in the southland is where you belongnnSo, I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimesnTalking trash and drinkin' winenIt's just another day in the life of menHard times and miserynnI got a mansion looks like a shotgun shacknI draw my money from a cotton sacknBut I finally found one thing that's freenThat's been hard times and miserynnSo, I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimesnTalking trash and drinkin' winenIt's just another day in the life of menHard times and miserynnWatermelon's are hanging on the vinenThirty some odd years of wasted timenWhen I wake up, Lord, that's all I seenIt's hard times and miserynBut there's a train that runs through this townnEvery evening when the sun goes downnTomorrow night at 8:03nNo more hard times and miserynnSo, I'm pitching nickels, pitching dimesnTalking trash and drinkin' winenIt's just another day in the life of menHard times and misery