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 what뭩 left behind when the
sun does shine is passed out on the floor i뭢
going to lay my head down before Sunday
morn?it뭩 a long walk home kickin?dirt and
stones it뭩 a long walk home when you뭨e
coming down easy it뭩 a long walk home on
the streets i roam it뭩 a long walk home when
you뭨e 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 뭪il the
sky turns blue and i뭢 going to lay my head
down before sunday morn?make my way
back over cross the milky way again