From the recording Zen and the Art of Blackstrap Funk
Lyrics
Huntin' silver in the golden sun, ain't gon' stop 'til I find some
I been up since I been down, lousy nickel was all I found
Short on jack, it ain't no joke
But you pick up the pieces when you're broke
I won't fight no rich man's war, rob the rich to feed the poor
You might think I'm half insane, countin' on the mark of Cain
Short on jack, it ain't no joke
But you pick up the pieces when you're broke
Dog eat dog, and crow eat crow, I was there, but I had to go
Horse I had was burnin' hay, had to make my getaway
Short on jack, it ain't no joke
But you pick up the pieces when you're broke
My second eye, and what I seen, trying to pick my pocket clean
I'll be back, and I'll be damned, if I don't break your second hand
Short on jack, it ain't no joke
But you pick up the pieces when you're broke
Jungle's got the hobo code, only law I ever know'd
Leave it clean, be on my way, I might need your help someday
Short on jack, it ain't no joke
But you pick up the pieces when you're broke
Palooka's got his dying prez, copacetic, so he says
Took a dive, and he was done, he got his, and I got none
Short on jack, it ain't no joke
But you pick up the pieces when you're broke
Layin' low and bidin' time, just across the county line
Huntin' gold by the silver moon, pay the piper and call the tune
Short on jack, it ain't no joke
But you pick up the pieces when you're broke