She might be wearing a green chemise
And a hat that she bought
'Cause it matches her jeans
And the water she drinks,
Well, it comes from the stream
By the house that she might win
In that hospital lottery.
And I might be stumbling
And cursing them all
When she picks me up
From the place that we both call
Disaster relief, for the rent must be paid
By the first of the month, or in my case, fifteenth.
This is good.
But as far as I can tell, it's still heavy as hell when it's good
And I do like the road, but I'd be better at home
I will pine for the oak streets
Pine for the cedars and you.
Been around, I suppose
I have chatted and chewed
I have lugged my guitar
To the nice café blues
And when I come home
I am coming home to this street
And these avenues.
This is good.
But as far as I can tell, it's still heavy as hell when it's good
And I do like the road, but I'd be better at home
I will pine for the oak streets
Pine for the cedars and you.