I came here by a troubled road
Cause I got the music in my hands
And I sing those songs about a girl that's gone
The one I knew when we were kids
Now I remember this town from years before
And really it don't seem to change
Except the money is gone, the streets are worn
And I got more lines in my face
I'm tryin' to keep my skillet greasy
And keep my pockets filled
Cause money comes but it don't come easy...
And I expect it never will
When the jukebox stops my guitar knocks
And I play those songs again
When I close my eyes she's walkin' right beside me
Holding tightly to my hand
Some people laugh and sing and shake it down
And some just sit and sway
And when the bucket of change goes passin' around
They pass a little bit back my way
Lord knows
So hold me close but don't you tie me down
I got to keep movin'
With all those blues hounds tryin' to catch me now
When the lights go down the shades are drawn
And all the cables have been tied
I share a whiskey drink with the barkeep
Before I load the van outside
These streets are so still with that morning chill
And the lights are glowing green
Well I got just enough cash to make the gas
From Memphis to New Orleans