Today I must be moving,
cause bailing time is here.
I have a note of promise,
work does wait me there.
And I have no more money,
the rent took my last pay.
I'm leaving wife and family to travel there today.
Now Jack's old dodge is dodgy and the roads are even more.
But when we reach our lodgings,
there will be an open door.
And though work is getting hard to find,
now here in this state,
I'll be glad to make the move.
Making money would be great.
Hey,
bailing isn't easy work,
one twenty pounds a bail.
Hey,
cop,
the head can strike at you and the heat can turn you pale.
Hey,
bailing isn't what I do,
but it'll have to do for now.
The miners put the workers off,
the machines replaced the plow.
And when the summer's over too,
my wife I will rejoice.
I will have saved enough for new clothes and a choice.
We can move to the city where work
can surely be found.
Or we could make a claim on our own sweet piece of ground.
And I'll
be up each morning to work before the sun.
And my back would be aching long before work
was done.
To bed I would repair worn out,
praying things turn out right.
And listen
to Jimmy Rogers on the wireless every night.
Don't leave, lonely.