Wrong Way Street

Not an acre on the hillside

Not a dollar to my name

My job got shipped off far away from home

And all the two-time bankers

All moan and complain

That's enough, they've got enough for two

With none left for me and you

And all you daytime workers

Your backs breakin' every day

Ain't but a passing thought in their mind

And when you're done a-toiling

Sorry sir, you're on your own

You don't mind this and you don't mind that

You surely won't mind dying.

And the years roll down

In this dusty town

It's been worn down hard

And run away

And there's a girl beside me

Lord, she's the one I love

But I can't buy no flowers or a ring

And her mama's nice and friendly

And her daddy wants me dead

That's the way things go these days

And that's the way they've been

And the years roll down

In this dusty town

It's been worn down hard

And run away

My restless hands are grabbing

For a time that's never there

Wishful thinking got me down so low

And of all my friends and lovers

I'm the only one left alive

It echoes through the halls and stairs

And looks me in the eye

And the years roll down

In this dusty town

It's been worn down hard

And run away

And the years roll down

In this dusty town

It's been worn down hard

And run away