You can wash my pair of dirty overhalls I'll ride that train you call the cannonball From Baltimore to the Frisco Bay I worked six months in a lumber town this fall All I got left is these dirty overhalls Ain't got a dime, ain't that a shame? I worked six weeks a dynamiting coal All I got left is these dirty overhalls A dirty shame. Now whose to blame? ♪ Good girl, listen, please don't turn away I'll have a car and suit o' clothes someday Instead of dirty old overhalls Honey girl, sweetheart, I do the best I can I'm just a poor boy, a hard-working man My money's gone when I get done If you leave me, I'll be so sad and blue! What is there for a working man to do? These overhalls, these overhalls ♪ I seen a rich man driving in his car He had a woman for every cylinder A good warm bed, a bottle of gin I work like a dog, I'm broke all the time Couldn't buy a woman a two bit bottle of wine These overhalls they smell too bad ♪ Rich man took my woman away from me He'll be sorry, sorry, wait and see When I get out of these overhalls The cops ought to put that money man in jail He stole my money and took away my girl Now who's a gonna wash, my overhalls? Who's a gonna wash, my overhalls?