Greyhound Bus Station - Two In the Morning - Doctor In the Alley

A long time ago this scene unfolded as I traveled from place to place As I look back from my values I hold dear today, it's entirely a different race Every persons walk is unique and holds many a lesson Some to share openly and others are for confessen Wake up somewhere in an alley behind a trash dumpster or in a doorway Depends on your luck the night before if it was foreplay or poorplay You may have scored a job to load delivery trucks with that smooth Gallo wine That would net you a cool twenty and slip a bottle in the pocket made you feel just fine So when you got off work you had some money But you didn't spend it on women because white port was your honey You could rent a room for five dollars a day and buy peanut butter and bread The rest for some wine or brandy or whiskey maybe a beer and you were totally fed Now you were confident you likely had some work and pay every day If you don't get sent out on a job you can sell blood was your ace the other way Somedays you would switch and work during the day But your style was no different you needed daily pay So you worked at the slave market is what the common name is Always minimun pay and very little quiz You could have been a bank robber or a serial killer Made no difference you just wrote on the paper what ever would fill er No one was ever going to check to see if you had just graduated from Yale Or had done something real bad and just got out of jail.... So once in a while you just wanted to change locations for no particular reason Except maybe the biggest if you slept out you preferred a fair season If it were two in the morning somewhere and you had the shakes You knew how to locate a doctor down the alley and pay what it takes So after many bus rides and alleys and stomach fulls and heartaches I use a different doctor now and he's not in the alley, we play for much higher stakes