Well you were packing up your troubles
You were rolling up your sleeves
You got boxes full of nothing, bottles in the back seat
Well there was Jesus on the corner praying, waiting to set you free
You said excuse me mister, don't you worry bout me
You hopped that train to Texas and you got nothing on your mind
Well you ain't got no direction, ain't got no exit sign
You're trying to find a place where a sinner can rest his mind
When you ain't got no place to go, you always make it on time
When the trees lose there leaves, you'll be moving again
With a bottle full of Evan, he's your only friend
You'll wake up on the pavement hand's shaking, you're a broken man
The road is getting blurry and you're not sure where you've been
Well you hate your skin, cause it holds your bones
And your bones hold you heartache and the nothing that you own
Could you break me into pieces mama, with your sticks and stones
Could you kill me in the evening
'Cause tomorrow I ain't waking up alone