Oh Lord, oh Lord, baby
What in the world gonna become of me?
I don't know, I don't know, baby
Lord, Lord, Lord
What in the world gonna 'come of me?
These hard times, hard times, baby
'Bout to get the best of me

You know poor Chrysler, God knows
Been under for ninety days already
Was one thing, now people
Lord, I sure can't understand at all

What in the world gonna become of me?
This doggone strike soon
It's gon' become over, people
God knows my life can't last any longer
I go to the welfare
This is what the welfare said
"Looka here now, man, one type of beans
And one can of tripe"
I said, "No"
God know that will never do
If poor Chrysler soon won't end this strike
God knows, God knows
I don't know what I'm gonna do