Sun down big city
and all my money is gone
sun down and iand'm thinkinand'
back to where i used to call home
every blowhard barjockey
in every town i ever knew
said if you play hard
you get lucky
it ainand't necessarily true
Iand'm a poorboy, big city
smalltown used to be home
poorboy, big city
iand've never been so all alone
One time i had all the good lovinand'
of a young girl in my hand
i left town and never stopped runninand'
never stopped to understand
seeking unknown sensations
and every new sight to be seen
took a greyhound to penn station
to follow some impossible dream
Now for all you sumand' bitches
dreaminand' out the back oand' some mall
thinking somewhere else it all happens
well it dont happen at all
i get by the best that iand'm able
long as iand'm getting stoned
got the whole world coming at me on cable
iand've never been so all alone
