The Alley Song

You got none in your pockets

You got none in your hands

Well, I don't have to see your eyes

To know what you're not thinkin'

And even when you're not the best

You still try hard as hell

Well, I saw him walkin' in the alley

He stopped to wish me well

And he told me go to California

'Cause that's where it all sells

And I knew this girl from Atlantic City

Full of generality

All she could do is talk and smile

But she got the best of me

And even when you're not the best

You still try hard as hell

Well, I saw her walkin' in the alley

She stopped to wish me well

And she told me go to California

'Cause that's where it all sells

And you find porch on Church Avenue

You're laughin' at me now

'Cause you were standin' when I came here

And you're still standin'

And when you know you're not the best

You hope no one can tell

Well, I saw them layin' in the alley

I stopped to wish them well

And you know I went to California