Junkie And Juicehead Minus Me

Intro: I was stumblin' bumblin' down them neon Music City sidewalks With a Junkie and a Juicehead who had problems of their own Stuck with luck that kept me standin' just a step away from starvin' And some talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home 80 days out of the Army, makin' neither love nor money And my only set of clothes was gettin' closer to the bone Then the Junkie placed an order with the prophet on the corner While he told us of the soul that he'd been sellin' for a song He said my fortune was my future but I let it slip away Slowly smokin' myself broke on 80 cigarettes a day Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay A (let ring) And writin' songs for no one but myself, and the Juicehead who said If I can read my fortune, in the bottom of a glass Then I can see it's time for me to make my last request Will you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest So the boys can say I drank my way to hell BREAK: Well I drank the whole thing over, put 1 and 2 together And it addered up to more of what I didn't wanna be I ain't blamin' Music City but it's only gonna see me One more work day and a wake up and the time it takes to leave 'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could've been my future In a prophet pushin' daydreams on a corner for a fee And a wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty And a hungry lookin' Junkie hauntin' tea and sympathy And I bet that Junkie's laughin' at the life he threw away While he's smokin' himself broke on 80 cigarettes a day Pleadin' down the prophet to a price that he can pay A (let ring) And writin' words that no one's gonna see, but the Juicehead who said Every empty bottle is his private chrystal ball Where he stares into the future findin' nothin' there at all Which is all I'll miss tomorrow when them neon shadows fall On a Junkie and a Juicehead minus me