The Junkie And The Juicehead Minus Me
Johnny Cash
Ton : A
ID was a stumble bummin' down the nGeon Music City sidewalks
With the JunAkie and the Juicehead who had proGblems of their own
SDtuck with luck it kept me standin' just a stGep away from starvin'
And the talAent that I swore I'd show befGore I'd go baDck home
Ninety daGys I looked the army makin' neither love nor money
And my onDly set of clothes was gettin' cloEmser to the boAne
And thDe Junkie placed an order with the ProGphet on the corner
And he toAld him of the soEmul that heA'd been selGlin' for a soDng
He said my futGure was my fortune but I leDt it slip away
Slowly smoAkin' myself broke on eighty cigaDrettes a day
Findin' oGut that crime ain't all there iDs that doesn't pay
And wriGtin' words that no one's gonna see but did yoAu said it who saGid it
I can read my fortune in the botDtom of a glass
And I caAn see it's time for me to makDe my last request
Won't you fiGll my grave with whiskey when I'm laid awDay to rest
So the boys caAn say I drank myself to deaDd
Well I draAnk the whoDle thing over puttin' one and twGo together
And it addAed up to moGre of what IA didn't waGnt to be
I aiDn't blamin' Music City but it's onGly gonna see me
One more daAy and the wake up and the time it takGes to leaDve
Cause I gGot a dirty picture of what could have been my future
In a PDrophet pushin' day dreams onEm a corner for a fee
AAnd the wino loDokin' lonely at a bottle getGtin' empty
And a hunAgry lookin' junkie huntin' teGa in sympathyD
And I bet thaGt junkie's laughin' after the life he thrDew away
Slowly smokin' hiAmself broke on eighty cigDarettes a day
Pleadin' doGwn the Prophet to a price thDat he can pay
And writin' wGords that no one's gonna see bAut did you said it who said it
EGvery empty bottle iEms my private crysDtal ball
And starin' inAto the future findin' nothin' theDre at all
Which is what I'Gll miss tomorrow when the neoDn shadows fall
On the Junkie anAd the Juicehead minus me