Mary's on the black top. There's a husband in. the dog house. In the middle of a shakedown. She got. quiet as a church mouose. She found Raleigh's on.
Now you're gone, and it's hotels and whiskey and sad-luck dames. And I don't care if they miss me, I never remember their names. They say if you get far enough away, you'll be on your way back home.
Cuttin' through the cane break. Rattling the sill. Thunder that the rain makes. When the shadow tops the hill. Big light on the back street. Hill to ever more, Packin' down the ladder.