Album: Ol’ Savannah
(Johnson)

Pot pie heaven, sick in the head again
Love my mother, but she don’t love my father
Now I’m cast out, dirty and low-down

One man’s success is another man’s detriment
Wanna be a good man, get me a broom and dust pan
Wanna do right, fetch my gun and my knife

Po’ boy wetback, slaving to get that hallowed cash
Stick it in the closet, shut the door and lock it

Chicory in my coffee cup, the road looks good as it open up
I ain’t got no load upon my back, I feel free when I got nothing to pack

Pot pie heaven, thoughts about my cousin
Worked his way up a mountain
He never come home again