Well, the gold cufflinks made the bartender think
That this one had lost his way
Cause this silk-suited winner looked a little like a sinner
The day after Judgement Day
And the drunks and the cook all had to come and look
At a rich man just half alive
But no one could think whether to buy him a drink
Or just ask him to step outside
Looks like another man gone, headed downward
You know that he's got to be
Well, hey pardon me sir, I don't mean to disturb
Said a man with a patch on his eye
But we sorta discerned that you took a wrong turn
Cause well man, we don't see your kind
Man I had it made, but they took it today
Said the suit without a turn of his head
But as I drove by, your neon sign told me y'all
Would have what I need
Looks like another man gone, headed downward
You know that he's got to be
And there's a look in his eye
Like the world's gone blind, and a whiskey'll make 'em see
And in his pocket there's a nickel-plated Colt where a golden pen used to be
When it all goes wrong, some folks get along
And some folks just start to fade
But in a smoky bar, an empty cash drawer
Tells of one man's way
To get on down the road, headed downward
You know that I got to be
Bye-bye