作曲：Kris Kristofferson

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