Well, now boys, I've been to Bethlehem Rode there on a big steam train Lost two fingers in the steel mills And I ain't goin' back again I fought for my country Lord knows, I did my best Crawlin' 'cross some foreign field They pinned a ribbon to my chest So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line Served on the Georgia Road Gang Couldn't pay the debts I owe 'Cause I'm not made of silver And I ain't never seen no gold I still remember Rachael Soft as a velvet gown They laid her in the pauper's grave On the other side of town So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line I know some folks are born of money You know I wish them well If the devil would ever want my soul I swear I'd never sell So, pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line Pass around the bottle, boys, let's talk about old times Like rollin' in this bowl of sin, here on the welfare line