Well this guitar don't make me no money
And I haven't slept a wink since I don't know when
And I don't know where I'm going
And Lord knows where I've been
You drift back to when you were younger
And all the girls used to want to marry you
But judging by the kids in their bellies
You ain't the one they're getting married to
Ooooooh, ooooooh, ooooooh
You ain't the one they're getting married to
Sick and tired of getting tossed and turned around
I got bruises I ain't too proud to show
And if I don't leave this hell right now
Then Lord knows where I'll go
The next train to touch these tracks I'm gone
So do your cocaine and drink your whiskey boy
I'll find a job and make my money
Maybe Colorado, maybe Illinois
You ever take a look at these sidewalks?
Lately I've been thinking about the clouds
And wonder who walked where
And wonder who they were walking to?
How I'll never get to see them again
We're all just looking for somebody
To make us forget what had happened back then
You ever take a look at these sidewalks?
And wonder who walked where
And wonder who they were walking to?
We're all just looking for somebody
To make you forget what had happened to you
You won't catch me carefree whistlin' dixie
But I'm closer than I was back then
Though I don't know where I'm going
I'll never let that happen again