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
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

Birmingham, Mobile, and up to Baton Rouge
We're smokin' cigarettes and reefer, drinkin' coffee and booze
Saw the sun go down in [bad word] 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 [bad word] see us if you can
Yeah, we been to California, 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