C.C.C. Blues Songtext
von Washboard Sam

I′m going down, I'm going down
To D.C.C.C
I′m going down, I'm going down
To D.C.C.C

I know that the W.P.A
Won't do a thing for me
I told her my name
And the place I stay
She said she′d give me a piece of paper
Come back some other day

I′m going down, I'm going down
To D.C.C.C

I know that the W.P.A
Won′t do a thing for me
I told her I had no people
And the shape I was in
She said she would help me
But she didn't say when


I′m going down, I'm going down
To D.C.C.C

I know that the W.P.A
Won′t do a thing for me
I told her I needed a job
Had no relief
On my rent day
She sent me a can of beef

I'm going down, I'm going down
To D.C.C.C

I know that the W.P.A
Won′t do a thing for me
She said she′d give me a job
Everything was nice and warm
Taking care of the dead
In a funeral home

I'm going down, I′m going down
To D.C.C.C
I know that the W.P.A
Won't do a thing for me