And I would walk 500 miles,
And I would walk 500 more
Just to be the man who walks 1000 miles,
To fall down at your door_
Nnja
If you miss the train I’m on, you will know that I am gone
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
A hundred miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles
Inside outside, leave me alone
Inside outside, nowhere is home
Inside outside, where have I been?
Out of my brain on the five fifteen
Out of my brain on the train
Down around the corner, half a mile from here
See them long trains run, and you watch them disappear
Without love, where would you be now
Without lo-o-o-ove
Early in the evenin’, just about supper time
Over by the courthouse, they’re startin’ to unwind
Four kids on the corner tryin’ to bring you up
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp
Down on the corner, out in the street
‘Willy and the Po’ Boys are playin’
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
Down on the corner,
Already talkin’
How they gonna cut that take,
I’m out here trying to earn a dollar,
All I wanna do is stomp and holler…
I go down to Speaker’s Corner,
I’m thunderstruck.
They got free speech, tourists,
police in trucks.
Two men say they’re Jesus,
one of them must be wrong.
There’s a protest singer
singing a protest song.
I’ll probably be punished for hard living, blind to the facts:
Thugs is convicts in God’s prison, hands on the strap
Praying “so Father please forgive me!” Police be rushing when they see me
I flaunt it: America’s Most Wanted, live on T.V
Life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name!
We all gon’ die, we bleed through similar veins
Please explain to me, now. Don’t panic when my guns burst
Heard the last jam, n****? This one’s worse!
But it’s okay, 'cause Jennie’s the hostess,
Yes, it’s okay, 'cause she’s the mostest.
Boston at last, and the plane’s touching down
Our hostess is handing the hot towels around
From a terminal gate to a black limousine
It’s a ten minute ride to the Holiday Inn
Here I am again
Holiday Inn
Same old four walls again
Gee, but it’s fine to be back home again (whoa, now)
Say, Holiday Inn, I’m on the road again
I live in hotels, tear out the walls
I have accountants, pay for it all
They say I’m crazy but I have a have a good time
I’m just looking for clues at the scene of the crime
Life’s been good to me so far
And you could come to me by plane,
But that wouldn’t be the same
As that old motel room in Texarkana was,
So I’ll take two of what you’re having,
I’ll take all of what you got,
To kill this goddamn lonely,
Goddamn lonely love…
There’s pigeons down in Market Square
She’s standin’ in her underwear
Lookin’ down from a hotel room
Nightfall will be comin’ soon
Oh my my, oh hell yes
You’ve got to put on that party dress
It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone
I hit the last number, I walked to the road
I don’t mean to suggest
That I loved you the best
I can’t keep track of each fallen robin
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
That’s all, I don’t think of you that often
Well now, if your baby leaves you
And you have a sad tale to tell
Just take a walk down Lonely Street
To Heartbreak Hotel
Oh, Santa may have brought you some stars for your shoes
But Santa only brought me the blues
Those brightly packaged tinsel covered Christmas blues
Oh, southern star, how I wish you would shine
And show me the way to get home
Well I’m blue-collar branded, and stuck in a mill
Hard work is a way of life for me
Well I’m too young to live like I’m over the hill
And too old to be wild and free
Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing ain’t worth nothing, but it’s free.
Well, feeling good was easy, Lord, when she sang the blues
And feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee, yeah