I want your money

But your money ain't right

So I'm packing it in

I stay at home every night

And  our place had cleared out

The bad luck had fallen

And no one came knocking

No one came calling

And when things got real bad

Oh  people got scared

Well I got worried

So we took what we could get

And all you fair-weather watchers

Watch out and beware

When your trouble comes knocking

I hope you ain't there

With a sword in a bag in my trunk

I keep my eyes and my mind on the road

'Cause it's a hard  hard of hearing

Every handshake-grinning tone
When your grave disaster falls

Out of the purple woods

From a season in Hell

Of the human dawn

There was nothing left

But you pulled me out from
Beneath the wheel

With a cry in the name

We began to heal

And then things got real bad

Oh  people got scared

Well I got worried

We took what we could get

And all you fair-weather watchers

Watch out and beware

When your trouble comes knocking

I hope you ain't there

With a sword in a bag in my trunk

I keep my eyes and my mind on the road

'Cause it's a hard  hard of hearing

Every handshake-grinning tone

When your grave disaster falls