I'm-a hungry, I'm-a hungry, I'm-a rovin' an' empty
My boots is all muddy an' the tin can is rusty
Poor fool in the saddle who's bottle is broken
An' the sky is whiskered like them devils in Jersey
Percolatin' skin under the sun an' the gin
I'm-a hungry an' rovin' an' drowned as my sins
Good luck to ya beggars an' braggarts with whores
I'm-a hungry an' rovin' soon to knock on yer door
Shuck ma with shooters not one bullet bites
My hungry tum itches to scratch out yer eyes
I'm-a hungry, I'm-a hungry, I'm-a rovin' an' empty
A dead poke in tatters, a zombie my friend.
