Wrong Way Street

Not an acre on the hillside Not a dollar to my name My job got shipped off far away from home And all the two-time bankers All moan and complain That's enough, they've got enough for two With none left for me and you And all you daytime workers Your backs breakin' every day Ain't but a passing thought in their mind And when you're done a-toiling Sorry sir, you're on your own You don't mind this and you don't mind that You surely won't mind dying And the years roll down In this dusty town It's been worn down hard And run away And there's a girl beside me Lord, she's the one I love But I can't buy no flowers or a ring And her mama's nice and friendly And her daddy wants me dead That's the way things go these days And that's the way they've been And the years roll down In this dusty town It's been worn down hard And run away My restless hands are grabbing For a time that's never there Wishful thinking got me down so low And of all my friends and lovers I'm the only one left alive It echoes through the halls and stairs And looks me in the eye And the years roll down In this dusty town It's been worn down hard And run away And the years roll down In this dusty town It's been worn down hard And run away --- Wrong Way Street - Trampled by Turtles