Stumblin' down the road I gets to thinkin' as I leave her. I've left so many times before. That old North wind's a-blowin' circles round my feet. What is this sorrow ever for?.
Little girl playin' with the moonlight. Shine it on me, shine it on me. There's a cloud over my light and its troubling me, troubling me. Such a world, such an invitation.
?. Little money,. Goin' down to Mexico.. Take up with some crazy Spanish Lady.. Listen to the old wind blow.. She got earrings,. And she dances.. I'm an old rusty razor blade.