On the sidewalks of Savannah. There's an old man ragged and blind. He don't beg an' he don't steal. And he don't fool with wine. . With an old guitar in his wrinkled hands.
Today the train pulled out of here that stops in my hometown. And the one I love is waiting for won't be there to step down. Right now they're braidin' rope to hang a man who's not to blame.
Last night she let the strong red wine carry her away. She smoked up her old sunshine as if it still shined every day. Her hand reached out and touched my face in the shame Lord from my eyes.