Scrapper: Hello, Leroy
Leroy: Hello, Scrap
Scrapper: Boy, what's the matter with your clothes? Why you look raggeder 'n a barrel of kraut
You look like you might have a mind to run rabbits or somethin'. Why I've never seen you look like you do
Tell me this, just what is the matter with you?
Leroy: Boy, Depression's got me
The Depression's on, and it's really on bad
The Depression's on, and it's really on bad
Now Lord I can't have no good times I once have had
There have been times I have had plenty of dough
There have been times I have had plenty of dough
But the rent man done told me I couldn't stay here no more
Ooh ooh oo-ooh, oo-ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh oo-ooh, oo-ooh ooh ooh
The Depression's on me and I don't know what to do
So this is all I have to say, I'll be on my way
So this is all I have to say, I'll be on my way
But I hope this Depression will get over and things will come my way