through the tin pan alley in the dead of the
night riding that crazy horse through the
backyard kitchen on an a team mission to get
to the front door whats left behind when the
sun does shine is passed out on the floor im
going to lay my head down before Sunday
morn its a long walk home kickin dirt and
stones its a long walk home when youre
coming down easy its a long walk home on
the streets i roam its a long walk home when
youre coming down easy with gum on my
shoe nothing left to do stranded and still
awake good company is the street i seek and
the trail that i blaze when the cock crows and
the warm winds blow i'll skip-to-my-lou til the
sky turns blue and im going to lay my head
down before sunday morn make my way
back over cross the milky way again