she was camping down beside the highway

in the tin & cardboard neighborhood

her face was dirty and her jacket was torn

in her hand was a bottle for the blues

 

I'm not the one to judge how you're living

I've got no great love for shoulds

and I'd like to tell what it all comes down to

but that's something I ain't never understood

 

just keep passing by high open windows

keep your wheels down on the road

hold your head up high bend your knees

and always try to pick up on

the lighter side of the load

 

last year man the blues came down on me hard

I just dropped out and made friends with my television

was all I could to keep from walking the long yard

maybe a choice but no decision

 

maybe you're not the one to judge how I'm living

but if you've got some words of wisdom I'll try to listen

and if you'd like to tell me what it all comes down to

brother I wish you would till then I'll