The Junkie and the Juicehead Minus Me

I was a stumble bummin' down the neon Music City sidewalks

With the Junkie and the Juicehead who had problems of their own

Stuck with luck it kept me standin' just a step away from starvin'

And the talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home

Ninety days I looked the army makin' neither love nor money

And my only set of clothes was gettin' closer to the bone

And the Junkie placed an order with the Prophet on the corner

And he told him of the soul that he'd been sellin' for a song

He said my future was my fortune but I let it slip away

Slowly smokin' myself broke on eighty cigarettes a day

Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay

And writin' words that no one's gonna see but did you said it who said it

I can read my fortune in the bottom of a glass

And I can see it's time for me to make my last request

Won't you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest

So the boys can say I drank myself to dead

Well I drank the whole thing over puttin' one and two together

And it added up to more of what I didn't want to be

I ain't blamin' Music City but it's only gonna see me

One more day and the wake up and the time it takes to leave

'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could have been my future

In a Prophet pushin' day dreams on a corner for a fee

And the wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty

And a hungry lookin' junkie huntin' tea in sympathy

And I bet that junkie's laughin' after the life he threw away

Slowly smokin' himself broke on eighty cigarettes a day

Pleadin' down the Prophet to a price that he can pay

And writin' words that no one's gonna see but did you said it who said it

Every empty bottle is my private crystal ball

And starin' into the future findin' nothin' there at all

Which is what I'll miss tomorrow when the neon shadows fall

On the Junkie and the Juicehead minus me