Thirteen days on a gig down south
We've got enough dope to keep us all out
We've got two girls dancing to pick up the crowd
Sound man to mix us, make us sound loud
Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know
Thirteen days with five to go
Birmingham & mobile & up to baton rouge
Smoking cigarettes and reefer, drinking coffee and booze
See the sun come up in Georgia, go down in New Orleans
There we get to know a woman, start to get in her jeans
Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know
Thirteen days with five to go
Migrant worker is the name of this band
When we come to your town, come see us if you can
Well, we been to California, we been to New York
Some think we're good, others they don't
Sometimes we make money, sometimes I don't know
Thirteen days with five to go