Ry Cooder - Christmas in Southgate lyrics

Well, you got no credit and I got no cash Now that bonus they give us was nothing but trash You been laid off at Goodyear, I been laid off at Hughes It looks like a bad year, there just ain't no use 'Cause it's Christmas in Southgate, you been a true friend I ain't never been much of a churchgoing man But I'd even give up drinkin' whiskey and gin If Jesus and Santa Claus ever get back down to Southgate again Well, the telephone rang and it jumped off the wall Says, We're sorry, Buddy, but we can't place your call 'Cause Jesus don't answer, Santa ain't got back yet What's a poor old Red Cat got a right to expect? So I called up my banker to ask for a loan Said, It's Christmas Eve, Buddy, there ain't no one home Then I called up my preacher and he said, We're through What the heck is a poor old Red Cat gonna do? Now I'd work any job just to clear a day's pay Except for being President of the old USA Now that's dirty work, Lefty, no future, it's true I'd rather drink up my last nickel with you Well it's Christmas in Southgate, you been a true friend I ain't never been much of a churchgoin' man But I'd even give up drinkin' whiskey and gin If Jesus and Santa Claus ever come back down to Southgate again