By townes van zandt

Where I lead me I will travel
Where I need me I will call me
Im no fool, Ill be ready
God knows I will be
And in the meantime make a little money
And buy a little mercy

Met this morning, now he loves me
Says he loves me
It must be easy, look around you
All around you
But you see the motion, youre not movin
You dont know how to hold on
Just keep it loose
Dont get excited, itll pass before long

Now one is goin one is stayin
One is silent one is saying
Heres your coat, take care of yourself
Sorry youre leavin
A little sad youre all I had
Will you be returnin

The boys upstairs are gettin hungry
You can shout in the wind about how it will be
Or you can clench your fist, shake your head
And head to the country
I got no doubt about it my friend
Thats where theyll find me
Thats where theyre gonna find me

Ask the boys down in the gutter
Now they wont lie cause you dont matter
The streets just fine if youre good and blind
But it aint where you belong
Roll down your sleeves, pick up your money
And carry yourself home
Roll down your sleeves, pick up your money
And carry yourself home