Pinball Machine

I'm an old hog-hauler, I drove a big truck

I shot the pinball machine but it caused me bad luck

I spent all I made on a pinball machine

I shot four catty corners and I missed the sixteen

I wish they'd outlaw them old pinball machines

Many weeks they have caused me to live on sardines

Last time I called my wife on the phone

The first thing she said was, "John, when can you come home?"

"I've got a load of hogs and they've got to go

I'll see you when I get back from Chicago"

She said, "John, you know I love you, I wish you wouldn't go

Send your babies some money, they're hungry and cold"

The last thing she said and then she hung up

"John, you'd give up my loving just to drive an old truck"

I took my trip on to Chicago

I was gone two months 'cause I shot up my dough

When I got home, my family was gone

The best friend I had rung my telephone

He said, "John, I know you wonder about your babies and your wife

Pneumonia's got your babies and your wife took her life"

I lost all my friends, I can't sleep for bad dreams

I dream about an old truck and a pinball machine