Cold Sunday eve, around the Christmas day
Old Martha and Billy, put their dollars away
The winter is coming and it's gonna be rough
Their hard work just wasn't enough
The taxation officer is gonna take what's left
The brewer down the road is gonna log another debt
Martha is crying, "lord, Times are so Tough"
Our hard work just wasn't enough
Billy pulled the pistol an old twenty two
"Bank down the road is all there's left to do!"
Billy the goon is gonna settle the score
Hard work and just a little bit more
Cold Sunday eve, around the Christmas day
Old Martha and Billy, put their dollars away
The winter is coming and it's gonna be rough
Their hard work just wasn't enough