Change of Address
Walking like a dead man
on down the boulevard,
once life seemed so easy
when did it get so hard.
Trying to earn a living,
out to make a buck.
Hoping to keep the roof on,
I just ran out of luck.
Turned into a tavern
I passed along the way,
me and Jose Cuervo
we drank away the day.
As the bottle emptied
my problems all got worse,
out of work will kill you
but boozing is a curse.
The new roof for my shelter
is over near the ridge,
please drop by if you're around
the Holston River Bridge.
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