How many Americans do we have in here tonight? In the days following September 11th last year Everybody that was a poet or a writer or a song writer
Yeah, the big boss man he likes to crack that whip I ain't nothing but a number on his timecard slip I give him 40 hours and a piece of my soul Puts me
My grandmother owned a night club On the Arkansas-Oklahoma line Mama put me on a Greyhound And I went to stay with her in the summertime I'd box up those
It's a little too late, I'm a little too gone A little too tired of this hangin' on So I'm lettin' go while I'm still strong enough to It's got a little
She's sitting by the water where the river gets wide Thinking about swimming to the other side Got a Marlboro Red and a can of cold Bud Toes squished
Seven weeks have passed now since she left me She shows her face to ask me how I am She says, the kids are fine and they miss me Maybe I could come and
I've got a funny feeling The moment that your lips touched mine Something shot right through me My heart skipped a beat in time There's a different feel
I never ask you where you're goin' I've never asked you where you been I've never called and checked your story You stayed out with all your friends
