Carry me over to the tin star
Where the sky blue water sunshine
You can find my poem and my song
If you look on the floor of the honky tonk
and bottle tells the story
Well, I bet you never hitched
Never drove an ambulance in Spain
Never dug for coal or cut the cane
Neither have I, but the fact remains
At least I ain't afraid of Jerry Lee Lewis
Oh, my child, you'd be better off dead
Than to live all your stories in your head
Spend the rest of your life
Although I hear that worked
Carry me over to the tin star
Where the sky blue water sign shines
You can find my poem and my song
If you look on the floor of
Every cigarette butt and bottle
Truth and beauty ain't the same thing,
What I've been reading on
Often true, but seldom beautiful
Politicians repeat themselves every day
It isn't just songwriters
who run out of things to say
So I guess you gotta start
thinkin' of the politician
as just another sufferin' bastard,
Carry me over to the tin store,
where the sky blue water sign shines
You can find my poem and my song
Look on the floor of the honky -tonk
Okay boys, take me home now
Carry me over to the tin star
where the sky blue water sign shines
You can find my poem and my song
If you look on the floor of
and bottle tells the story
