I was stumblin' bumblin' down the m neon Music City sidewalks
With a J unkie and a Juicehead who had problems of their o wn
Stuck with luck that kept me standin' just a step away from starvin'
And some t alent that I swore I'd show bef ore I'd go back h ome
80 d ays out of the Army, makin' neither love nor money
And my o nly set of clothes was gettin' c loser to the bone
Then the J unkie placed an order with the p rophet on the corner
While he to ld us of the soul that he'd been s ellin' for a so ng
He said my fortune was my future but I let it slip away
Slowly s mokin' myself broke on 80 ci garettes a day
Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay
And wri tin' songs for no one but mys elf, and the Juicehead who said
If I can read my fortune, in the bo ttom 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 h ell
Well I d rank the whole thing over, put 1 and 2 together
And it a ddered up to more of what I d idn'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 l eave
'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could've been my future
In a p rophet pushin' daydreams on a corner for a f ee
And a w ino lookin' lonely at a b ottle gettin' empty
And a hu ngry lookin' Junkie hauntin' t ea and sympath y
And I bet that Junkie's laughin' at the l ife he threw away
While he's s mokin' himself broke on 80 c igarettes a day
Pleadin' down the prophet to a p rice that he can pay
And writin' words that no one's gonna see, but the Juicehead who said
Every empty bottle is his p rivate chrystal ball
Where he s tares into the future findin' no thin' there at all
Which is all I'll miss tomorrow when them neon shadows fall
On a J unkie and a Juicehead minus me
