Nothing can stop you from doing anything you choose, Nothing's gonna stop you if you really wanna play the blues, But noone's gonna like it if you make more than you lose. Well you can come on down and you can see the show You can come on up and you can have blow But don't ask me how to get there, I don't know. Pack up your suitcase, pick up your old guitar Wave goodbye and jump in the company car, They've seen your picture and they want to know who you are. Well you can come on down and you can have a blow You can come on up and you can steal the show But don't ask me how it happened, I don't know. Well you can push, shove, lose your long time friends You might make money, but you'll never quite make amends, When you're drowned in the vacuum of the one-eyed TV lens. Well you can fly on up and you can make the show You can watch it come and you can watch it go But don't ask me what it feels like, I don't know. So pack up your cases and hide in your big black car Put on a new face pick up your old guitar, Is there anybody there but who doesn't know who you are. Well you can watch it come and you can see it go Then you can come on down and we can have a blow But don't ask me who are you are, 'cos I won't know. I won't know I won't know I won't know