I'm strung out, caught in a rut
Landlord got greedy, kicked me out on my butt
Does anybody here wanna take me home?
My friends can't help me, ain't go no space
Too crowded already, can't stay at their place
Life ain't easy bein' a rollin Stone
Down in the Mission I been wastin' my time
C'mon mister, all you got is a dime?
Looks like everybody round here got money to spend
Up on Turk & Taylor it's as rough as can be
Everyday the police keep on harassing me
I don't even have a corner that I can call my own
Life's been a struggle ever since the day I was born
I keep hangin on by a thread
Even though my Levis are weary, battered and torn
Livin' in a tent down on Folsom and Ninth
Drinking me some Sysco mixed with strawberry wine
Ain't no better way to waste a day
Everybody's busy, they don't seem to care
That there's people like me layin' round everywhere
They keep on workin', I keep on gettin' stoned
Now I'm washed up, got nowhere to hide
Guess I'll beat it up to Haight Street, can I bum a ride?
I don't want no trouble and I could use a friend
I'm leaving this town soon as I get the dough
And I ain't never coming back to FRISCO no more
I can't stay here, I'm bound to roam
Now I got this chillin in my bones
Weighing me down like a pile a stones
And it's so lonely out here on my own
So I just called you on the telephone to let you know
I got a mean ol' Frisco Jones