Junky Star

The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm I shot 'em dead and I hung my head, and drove off his in his car So on the run with a smokin' gun, lookin' for the coast Of all the things I've had and lost, your love I miss the most And hell will have to pay I went a little bit too far I'd say Half drunk I stumble on the whiskey from the bar Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier with the junkies and the stars For when I woke a Spanish cross, was reachin' for my hand Then the stranger took the place, the words I couldn't understand And there's nothin' but the ground It's the only place I found Where I can lay my head in town Down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change Cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin' in the rain So I borrowed me a quarter for a call to the other side I told God that the whole damn world was waitin' in line to die But not me, this time I left the trouble far behind And he tied his arm off one more time The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm --- Junky Star - Ryan Bingham