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I got a nickel that I keep here in my pocket I got these snakeskin boots here wrapped around my feet I got a picture that I keep here in a locket Of a woman whoâs much too good for me
Chorus: I said drifters they donât step in mud puddles For fear theyâll fill it up with their own blood I said drifters they donât step in mud puddles For fear theyâll fill it up with their own blood I got a pocket knife my daddy gave me when I was 20 I found this dusty old hat here at 25 The years of my living add up to plenty But I doubt Iâll ever make it to 29
Chorus repeat
In these familiar streets I used to tread I see only shadows and demons instead Constant reminders Of the sins that Iâve made Blood that Iâve lost And the price Iâve paid
Chorus repeat