Why Me

Sometimes I go walking through the long tall grass

Wonder how long hard times will last

For this backward soul on a road that god knows where

As hard as I try ain't left no track

It's not enough to find my way back

I hit the ground like broken glass and just lay there

Chorus

Singing why me, oh why me

And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall

And I say why me, oh why me

But pitty never ever did me any kinda good at all

So I walk on

Verse II

And I wound up on the capital steps

Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes

And bury their shoes in the country club blues

And who got who by the short hairs

Standing there in their high dollar suits

Looking down at my tattered old jeans and boots

And this weathered guitar that seems to follow me everywhere

God it follows me everywhere

Chorus

Playing why me, oh why me

All I got's another song about how money makes and breaks the law

And I sing why me, oh why me

I'm just a broke troubadore with a bark for the underdog

So I walk on

Verse III

Now I ain't Jesus, but I can relate

To a man looking death square in the face

Even he hit his knees with a plea in the garden of gethsemane

To his holy father he raised his eyes

In his darkest hours he cried

Please would you take this cup from me

Chorus

Praying why me, oh why me

Knowing all the while he had to carry that cross and hang there

When I say why me, oh me

I know that somewhere up in heaven there's a big old book with my name there

So I walk on, I rock on

Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on

Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on

Even when I'm singing, why me