I've been
living out of a suitcase,
Since the
day I first was born.
The only
women I've ever known,
Are the
women in the porn.
My socks
are made of plastic,
And my
underwear is torn.
It's
lonely living on the road.
My body
ain't nothing but a corpse,
On a pair
of crooked feet.
The wind
blows through my ears,
As it
goes running down the street.
I ain't
got no friends,
And I
ain't got no food to eat,
It's
lonely living on the road.
Get me a
bottle of booze,
To
complement these walking blues.
Papa
needs a new pair of shoes,
To take
him to town.
And it's
lonely living on the road,
But it's
lonely no matter where you live,
Because
everybody in the whole world lives alone.
My house
back home is broken,
I saw it
once in a photo.
They say
that it was burned down,
By a
fire-breathing comodo.
My family
all died when I was barely alive,
And
that's all she wrote, oh,
It's
lonely living on the road.
Lord, get
me a bottle of booze,
To
complement these walking blues.
Papa
needs a new pair of shoes,
To take
him to town.
And it's
lonely living on the road,
But it's
lonely no matter where you live,
Because
everybody in the whole world lives alone.