There ain't no Santa Claus on the evenin' stage
There ain't no way to pull the curtain
And hide from hunger's rage
There ain't no town to stop in
There ain't no time to stop in
There ain't no straw for my horse
There ain't no straw for my bed
There ain't no comfort in cold boards
There ain't no rumor or food for my stomach
And someday I'm gonna be saved
'Cause I gotta eat 'n drink 'n breathe 'n sleep
And I'm a slave
Down in hominy's grotto
There's a soul dying 'n leavin'
Every second on the evenin' stage
There's a soul dying 'n rottin'
And pickin' some new kinda cotton
With his fingers broken
And his heart, back and forgotten
And there ain't no Santa Claus on the evenin' stage
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho...