Thirteen days on a gig in the south

Thirteen days on a gig in the South.

We've got enough dope to keep us all around

We've got two girls dancin' to bring in a crowd

A sound man to mix us, make us sound loud

Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know

There's thirteen days with five to go



There's Birmingham, Mobile, and up to Baton Rouge

We're smokin' cigarettes and reefer, drinkin' coffee and

booze

I saw the sun go down in Atlanta, come up in New Orleans

I got to know a waitress, I tried to get in her jeans

Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know

There's thirteen days with five to go



Migrant Worker is the name of this band

If we're ever in your town, come see us if you can

Yeah, we been to New Orleans, we been to New York

Some take to the magazines, some take to dope

Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know

Thirteen days with five to go