The Patch

We live in the Patch, our own little town Got a grocery store and three bars We got a row of shanties, company owned Ain’t got much space to park our cars Yous guys got it made so don’t be complainin’ Workin’ out in all that sunshine We gotta load 16 tons to make a livin’ Can’t breathe too good down in the mine. We ain’t doin’ too bad from pay to pay Barely make the bills and no damn more Ernie was right when he sang that song About owin’ our soul to the company store. Got me a couple of kids and a good woman Wednesday afternoon and Sundays I get some rest Not much pay, but a honest days work Livin’ in America, we sure are blessed. Billy was hurt over in number eleven Ain’t gonna make it in to work today Gotta stop over and see him before I go in Check on his kids, make sure they’re okay Gotta get goin’ now, give me a hug Gonna stop for a few on my way home too Take Billy over some of your fried chicken Ask Mary if there’s anything else we can do. Livin’ in the Patch, not much changes Got good neighbors and a place to lay your head Work hard, play hard and damn proud of it We sleep pretty good when we go to bed.