There ain’t no Santa Claus on the evenin’ stagenThere ain’t no way t’ pull the curtainn‘N hide from hunger’s ragenThere ain’t no town t’ stop innThere ain’t no time t’ stop innThere ain’t no straw for my horsenThere ain’t no straw for my bednThere ain’t no comfort in cold boardsnThere ain’t no rumours or food for my stomachn‘N someday I’m gonna be savedn‘Cause I gotta eat ‘n drink ‘n breathe ‘n sleepn‘N I’m ah slavenDown in hominy’s grotto there’s ah soul die’n ‘n leavin’nEvery second on the evenin’ stagenThere’s ah soul die’n ‘n rottin’ ‘n pickin’nSome new kinda cottonnWith his fingers broken ‘n his heart ‘n back forgottennThere ain’t no Santa Claus on the evenin’ stage