G                                             D
For twenty-two days I’ve stood in the welfare line
    D7                                 G
Without an education a job was hard to find
                            G7                C
And up in front of me were ten thousand plus nine
                         G            D               G
And I'm up to my neck in I.O.U.’s and down to my last dime

G                                   D
I tried to sell some pencils on the street
    D7                             G
But found my luck to sell was just weak
                        G7                C
I’m ashamed to have to pretend that I am blind
                         G            D               G    G7
But I'm up to my neck in I.O.U.’s and down to my last dime

         D                                                G
Well I'm up to my neck in I.O.U.’s, I owe everybody in town
     A                                 A7         D
Everyday I say I’m getting on up put I keep going down