Can to Cain't

03:41
Lucky Mud
2015-03-02
Mike McKinney

Story

"Can to cain't" (can to can't) is an old Southern expression. Ask a pulp wooder the hours he works and he'll say, "I work from can to cain't." They work six days a week and divide the seventh between church and the time it takes to repair worn-out equipment so it's ready to go again early Monday morning.

Lyrics

CHORUS: Can to cain't, he's always out workin' Can to cain't, in the sun and the rain Can to cain't, he comes home hurtin' Got grits for his body Cheap whiskey for the pain Back at home there's a baby cryin' Back at home there's a woman who cares Back at home something's always broken Back at home there's bills to pay Men in suits always talkin' Politicians and preachers, they always want more Never worked a day, they never broke a sweat Never been hungry, never been poor CHORUS: Back at home the washer ain't workin' Back at home the clothes line's on the ground Back at home there's a woman waitin' She knows her man will never let her down But men in suits always whinin' They never have enough, they're never satisfied They never see the man who does the labor He works all day 'til the day he dies CHORUS:

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