This old stone cold appartment
Gets older by the day
They won't print my name at the paper
So I dont get paid
I've been thumbing all through my thesaurus
With nothing to say
What's another word for disaster
Maybe death or decay
Maybe "Why should I stay?"
There's a piece of hollowed out ashwood
By my old fireside
The dry scrap of kindling with 6 strings
That have never been tried
And it screams of my long forgotten dreams
And my wounded pride
If fortune favors the bold
Then I cant keep hiding it
I won't keep inside
And why should I stay Lord?
Why should I stay?
All of my dreams, Lord, have lead me astray
I'll be leaving in the morning
If you show me the way
And if I'm feeling brave
So I'll gather up all my belongings
My pennies and my plans
I'll stop the rust from these 6 strings
With suitcase in hand
And I'll drag it all south of the border
To the American land
I'll be thumbing my way through the south states
The mountains and the sand
To where it began
Why should I stay Lord?
Why should I stay?
All of my dreams, Lord, have lead me astray
I'll be leaving in the morning if you show me the way
And if it dont rain
And if I'm feeling brave
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