With our arms round each other
Drinkin' Dixie in the gutter
Waitin' for the sunrise again
Watchin' all the streetcars
Tourists in cigar bars
Drinkin' martinis and gin
You tell some stories
We both tell some lies
Under the pale black skies
And every now and then
We'll be here again
In the gutter drinkin' Dixie my friend
All the people we'd meet
Playin' music in the street
Singin' the cocaine blues until dawn
We'd talk and spend big,
Down at the Blind Pig
For one more round and a song
Passin' our time
With whiskey and wine
And women that never stayed long
Some came from France,
Some came from chance
But the best came from the Midwest
We traveled down rivers
We traveled down roads
We traveled down broke through the rain and the snow
We leaned on the shoulders of highways
That abused us like friends
We caught those trains
Just like a disease
With our heads in the clouds
And our hearts on its knees
Looking for something that we may never find
Jake had to ramble took all he could handle
Augie you know he's just bound to die
Sometimes I miss 'em but mostly I don't
Sometimes I break down and ask why
Why are things this way?
What makes things that way?
Which way if anyway is right?
I'm alone with my friends
I'm down in my sin
In the gutter drinkin' Dixie again