E
Working on the Georgia Line the live long day
B                                  A   E
Ninety nine degrees and only half past May
E
Nailing down the metal with the cross time blues
B                       A  E
I had creosote all over my shoes

[Chorus]
E
I hated it, you know, now I find I miss it
B                                  A     E
Every time my little pension check rolls in
E
Course I had it bad, not as bad as this is
B                  A    E
It sure was better back then
         B              A    E
Yeah It sure was better back then

[Verse 2]
E
Working in the rain beneath surplus tarp
B                                     A  E
Foreman in the wagon twanging a sad Jews harp
E
Passing out at night still in my mud caked jeans
B                             A  E
I was living off of berries and beans

[Chorus]
E
I hated it, you know, now I swear I miss it
B                                 A     E
Every time I look down on my pale white skin
E
Course I had it bad, not as bad as this is
B                  A    E
It sure was better back then
B                  A    E
It sure was better back then

[Verse 3]
E
Well, the cable caught my leg, and, boy, the damn thing bled
B                                     A     E
Foreman sewed the muscle up with tarp patch thread
E
Sit me by the camp, gonna help the cook clean pans
B                                A   E
And scrub them down with Georgia red sand...

[Chorus]
E
I hated it, you know, now I really I miss it
B                               A   E
Staring at my TV till the broadcast ends
E
Course I had it bad, not as bad as this is
B                  A    E
It sure was better back then
B                  A    E
It sure was better back then
B                  A    E
It sure was better back, one more time,
B                  A    E
It sure was better back then