Now I run through this whole town
Bout damn near ran it into the ground
I ain't got a friend no one to call
Not sure if anyone likes me at all and
By now all these women they hate my guts
Good god almighty if I could just make a buck
I'm trying real hard to pay my dues, but it ain't easy when no one listens to the blues
Can you show me the way outta town?
This week to week is wearing me down
Can you show me the way out of the city
This portrait of me ain't turned out to pretty
When I meet a new girl it ain't long before she knows how
She's met me before but at her friend's front door
Gotta take a walk or a long vacation
Something to clear the air on my bad reputation
Got take a wash, shower shit and shave
But the longer I stay the deeper I dig my grave
Can you show me the way outta town?
This week to week is wearing me down
Can you show me the way out of the city
This portrait of me ain't turned out to pretty
This coke is flat, skipped a step on the stairs and tripped, my pen broke
And I'm playing this song at a campfire with all my friends but it's not like a cool campfire on the beach with a Bunch of blonde girls around, this is more like at my apartment complex at my friends house on the steps a he's got A thousand cigarette butts, in a pot, all falling asleep nothing left but miller highlife which isn't all that bad
Can you show me the way outta town?
This week to week is wearing me down
Can you show me the way out of the city
This portrait of me has turned out real shitty