Try To Walk This Earth An Honest Man,

But Evil Waves At Me It's Ugly Hand.

The Radar Watches Me From Above, Shoutin' Down:

"I Hope You Make It On This Earth."

Sometimes This World Will Leave You, Lord,

Kickin' And A Screamin', Wonderin' If

You'll See The Next Day Through.

But As For Me I Do Believe

That Good Luck Comes From Tryin',

So Until I Get Mine

I'll Work Me The Whole Day Through.