The air was cold that morning and the coffee tasted black
He said play us a song, you're a first here, and I don't think that's too much to ask.
But lonely and scared we declined here. Said maybe on my way back.
But I've got mountains to cross before moonshine, and already a weight on my back.
We tiptoed stumbling across at a heartbreaking speed, passed the parking lot on to the highway.
And to mumble one's thoughts is a heartbreaking deed.
Maybe just one of you could go my way.
He closed his eyes on the side of a church, right side of Tennessee
But never slept that well next to strangers, anyway.
Waved goodbye to the footpath, colder now than he had grown to believe
One more cigarette to chase these night fears away.
Yes, you can take me home, but I will not buy you dinner.
Well, I better head back now, lack of sleep has caused my blood to grow thinner
And these mountain roads can be quite treacherous
Step back sir - I may be small, but I can put up quite a fuss right now.
I hate this part of town. Where every shop's closed down. I hate this part of town.