Well we was raised up right and thoroughly schooled
To walk the straight and narrow
We got nothin' to show, everything we own
Wouldn't fill up one wheelbarrow
Got no money in the mattress, got no money in the bank
And there ain't no jobs to be had
If that's what we get for being good
Maybe it's time to be bad
C'mon Lizzie, they want you and me
This is our chance, our opportunity
C'mon Lizzie, leave this life behind
All we gotta do is cross on over the line
I know where there's a camp full of men
And they're orking for the W.P.A.
And there's this little shack just over the track
Where we can help 'em spend their pay
We'll set up a bar and deal out the cards
And dance away this old Depression
Well we'll treat 'em fine and show 'm a good time
Practicin' our new profession
C'mon Lizzie, they want you and me
We'll let things happen, so naturally
C'mon Lizzie, I'm tired of bein' poor
There's a better world a waitin' on the other side of that door
Stripped to our stockings when there came a loud knocking
And a whispered early warning
Down the road a mob had growed
And it wasn't three o'clock in the morning
Lizzie, get decent, we gotta get outta town
Gotta catch a ride in somebody's car
There's fire and smoke and womenfolk
And they're a wonderin' where their husbands are
C'mon Lizzie, they want you and me
Well they're all get up, They'll show no mercy
C-C-C-C'mon Lizzie, leave your things behind
We'll jump in Joe's car and head straight for that New York line
C-C-C-C'mon Lizzie...
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