Go down to the market square
Man on the corner standing there
Ragged clothes
What he wears
Uniformed man pulls up to him
Chances lookin' pretty slim
Knows he'll fight but he can't win
Everybody walk the line
Everybody's doin' time
No one's feeling fine
Passed out girl lays in the street
Concrete cooks her in the heat
Dirty bones
Aching feet
Local lad pulls through the town
Tries so hard to shake her down
Knife is hiding in her gown
Everybody walk the line
Everybody's doin' time
No one's feeling fine
(Walk the line)
(Do your time)
Everybody walk the line
(Walk the line)
(Do your time)
Everybody's doin' time
(Walk the line)
(Do your time)
No one's feeling fine