Thirteen Days

Thirteen days on a gig in the south

We're got enough dope to keep us all around

We got two girls dancin' to pick up the 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

Birmingham, Mobile, and up to Baton Rogue

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

See the sun come up in Georgia

Go down in New Orleans

Never get to know a woman

Decide 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've been to California

We've been to New York

Some take it real good

Others take dope

Sometimes we make money

Sometimes I don't know

There's thirteen days with five to go

Na, na, na, na-na, na, na, na-na

Na, na, na, na-na, na, na, na-na

Na, na, na, na-na, na, na, na-na