I sold my banjo for a bag of dope And a pitcher of beer at the 404 and Sitting here I'm crying I broke my hand over my good friend's head And now it's two weeks later in a hospital bed and That curse will follow you And no, I won't hurt you anymore I'll just walk right out that door Well I was lost and so was she She taught me to love, to feel and breathe And it was Daisy, Daisy Five states ago I was a different man And now I've done some things that you may resent but I don't think you mind And whoa, oh I won't hurt you anymore I'll just walk right out that door I pawned my banjo for a bag of dope And a pitcher of beer at the 404 and Sittin' here I'm cryin' And whoa, oh I won't hurt you anymore I'll just walk right out that door