Some folks help me out, and some folks just walk home

And some folks believe they're top of the game when they don't know the half of it all

These people rather spit on me than slip me a dollar or two so now I eat beans and religious spaghetti dinners every Saturday night, and every Sunday I stand outside the hall because they don't like look at me at all

So when I die, lay me under I 35 it's what I call home anyways I couldn't rest next to some old Rich folk so when I die remember I 35

These people would rather laugh at me than slip me a dollar or two
When there's holes in my shoes and I am fresh out of booze and I can't get out of sunlight
So when I die, lay me under I 35
That's what I call home anyways I couldn't rest next to some old Rich folk so when I die remember I 35