I was a stumble bummin' down
the neon Music City sidewalks
With the Junkie and the Juicehead who
had problems of their own
Stuck with luck it kept me standin'
just a step away from starvin'
And the talent that I swore I'd show
Ninety days I looked the army makin'
And my only set of clothes was
gettin' closer to the bone
And the Junkie placed an order
with the Prophet on the corner
And he told him of the soul that he'd
He said my future was my fortune
Slowly smokin' myself broke on
Findin' out that crime ain't all
there is that doesn't pay
And writin' words that no one's
gonna see but did you said it who said it
And I can see it's time for me
Won't you fill my grave with whiskey
when I'm laid away to rest
So the boys can say I drank
Well I drank the whole thing over
puttin' one and two together
And it added up to more of
I ain't blamin' Music City but
One more day and the wake up and
the time it takes to leave
'Cause I got a dirty picture of
what could have been my future
In a Prophet pushin' day dreams
And the wino lookin' lonely
at a bottle gettin' empty
And a hungry lookin' junkie
