Knockin' Lost John

I went down to Duffy's bar with depression on my mind

Just to blow off a little steam and try to unwind

Times were getting tough with no relief in sight

Last straw I lost my job, next straw your life

Knock on knockin' lost John

The Great Depression was going strong

Hard times comin' on

Long gone knockin' lost John

Born on the south side, got my schoolin' at the pool hall

Saturday night we get back to back, Sunday mornin', wall to wall

Never seen nothing like it, people jumpin' out of windows and going mad

That's not half as bad as losin' what you never had

Back in 1929 it was livin' hell

Crime was on the rise when the bottom fell

Keepin' poverty pocket high upon the hill

Back door you lock it, they'll break it still