Child of the Blues

<p>Oh, I grew up in a welfare state where the winters were cold and the cheques came late<br/>With hand-me-down clothes and a hole in my heart, it seemed nothing could fill a child of the blues<br/><br/>Mamma was lonely, she left us at night<br/>She said, &quot;You be good, and lock door tight,&quot;<br/>But I couldn&#x27;t sleep for wondering if she would return...&#x27;cause sometimes you lose<br/><br/>Mama was crying when the sheriff came in, like being on welfare is some kind of sin<br/>All of our things tossed out in the street<br/>Wish I knew what to do, but it ain&#x27;t no use<br/><br/>They said that we&#x27;re lazy, ignorant poor<br/>We get there too late, they lock up the door<br/>The shelter is warm, but it sure ain&#x27;t no home<br/>Is this paying your dues?<br/>Child of the blues<br/>Oh, I grew up in a welfare state where the winters were cold and the cheques came late<br/>With hand-me-down clothes and a hole in my heart, it seemed nothing could fill the child of the blues