she asked me whens the bad luck stop when do we rise to the top well its awful hard work pulling up the rear she said now honey dont you wanna be a big success buy me a diamond and a wedding dress so i leaned in close and i whispered in her ear i said i like it down here with the hobos and the drunks hard bitten rabble with their leaving trunks blood in my mud and sawdust in my beer i like a wake up call at half past one if i had a job ida get her done i can catch real fine trash fish off the pier i like it down here she rolled her eyes and bit her lip let her skinny backbone slip she lit a chesterfield church keyed another beer she smiled and said i must admit always did like a man with grit then she slapped my face and she called out with a sneer she said i like it down here boss just as much as you bilge water bus tub stew got a three legged dog and a one eyed buccaneer i like my homemade wine from a scuppernong smoking guns drinking songs big steam trains with drunken engineers yes i like it down here i like it down here with the hookers and the whiskey priests bat chain pullers the shiny beasts street life lovers with a tattoo of a tear i want a woman with a face like a question mark who cleans up good when its nice and dark a railroad flat with a monkey called belvedere yes i like it down here i like it down here