The company took fifty cents out of my pay They told me I could leave or stay But for them to keep us all on And not go overdrawn The company took fifty cents out of my pay How will we buy butter for our bread? We’ll have to have it plain instead Mama already scrubs floors And cannot work much more So How will we buy butter for our bread? It’s a cold, cold winter coming on I pray it won’t be too harsh or long I know your coat is badly torn But it will have to keep you warm Though It’s a cold, cold winter coming on The company took fifty cents out of my pay They told me I could leave or stay But for them to keep us all on And not go overdrawn The company took fifty cents out of my pay (Repeat chorus)© 1/10/00 Allison McCulloch