Everyone Choose Sides

Thirteen grand A year in the meadowlands Bored and rural-poor, lord, at 35, right? I'm the best seventeen year-old ever I've worked these sands I won't go back again Quitter, quitter, one boy bitter rough luck Man to man hand to hand fight forty We're losing sand! A wrens' ditch battle plan Record after record, Black and Decker-ed tack, tack! Definition: hell and high water Fatty come a courting, lord, the money! And everyone choose sides The whole to-do of what to do for money And everyone choose sides Poorer or not this year and hell's the difference And everyone sell lies Everyone choose sides From a house damned To divorce and back again Split my off days and holidays and days done With a card to dad and calls to "Hi, Momma" Let's talk plans And luck said: "Double damned Were you give the women worth winning or what? A wasted share of shots at high-tide heaven" Greener grasses fade from where you wind up Everyone choose sides I'm back! I'm back! So sing to raise the blind up And everyone choose sides I've walked away from more than you imagine And I sleep just fine We fought and brought up more the shovels high up On the ten-ton line Everyone choose side