I just spent the last of my dollar
I'm smoking my last smoke
Someone drank the last of my coffee
It's been so damn long since I've tasted that sweet toke
I'm down
I'm down and dirty
I'm down
I'm down and blue
I'm down
I'm down and dirty
My fingers are black and my soul is kind of blue
I warm my hands by the fire cans
asking for a nickel to another land
Roll and roll again, roll that lucky dice
maybe they'll be taking us to paradise
There is stormin' in my stomach, but my lips are fine
wrapped around the bottle of some whisky wine
Sleeping under tables, living in dark holes
who's to ever say who has less or more?