Frank Miller Blues

Frank Miller ain't got no money, ah, he's been drinking all day
Frank Miller ain't got no money, Lord, he's been drinking all day
Takin' a sip of whiskey, man, that ain't been barely put away

Frank Miller he lay a-sleeping, ah, at the wheel of his old Ford
Frank Miller he lay a-sleeping, at the wheel of his old Ford
In the corner of that machine shed, boy
He's just a-shivering from the cold

Old death came upon him there, coming in the back with a sigh
Old death came upon him there, coming in back with a sigh
Said "Wake up, Frank Miller, you and me about to take a ride"

Frank, he woke up a-yelling, ah, but the door was locked up tight
Frank Miller, he woke up a-yelling, but the door was locked up tight
He eyed that old Ford over, says "Well, I ain't going without a fight"

And the hay's not put up yet, well, I gotta get that done
The hay, it ain't put up yet, you know I gotta get that done
And the old lady's gonna kill me when she finds out that I'm gone

The sun rose up that morning, the two old men bringing in the hay
The sun rose up that morning, Lord
The two old men bringing in that hay
Had it all stowed and levelled by the evening of the day

They stayed up late drinking in the back of Frank's old Ford
And they stayed up late drinking in the back of Frank's old Ford
Talking 'bout old folks, miles back on that big road

Frank Miller's wife been looking for him
Hollering down the yard all night long
Frank Miller's wife been looking for him
Hollering down the yard all night long
He's a dead man if he's here, well, he's a dead man if he's gone