Eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens
And a beat up copy of Cannery Row
Five hundred miles left to go
I got two dollars and fifty-one cents
Eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens
And a beat up copy of Cannery Row
Five hundred miles left to go
Everywhere I go, I'm looking down
Watching my old tennis shoes as they're wearing out
Walking off these homesick blues
I may be drunk and lost but I'm not confused
And I know where this train is slowly going
North through K-Falls, then on to Portland
I know I'm fucked up, it's stupid hoping
You'll answer phone calls, goodbye to Oakland
I got two dollars and fifty-one cents Eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens And a beat up copy of Cannery Row Five hundred miles left to go I got two dollars and fifty-one cents Eighteen matches, a lighter, two pens And a beat up copy of Cannery Row Five hundred miles left to go Everywhere I go, I'm looking down Watching my old tennis shoes as they're wearing out Walking off these homesick blues I may be drunk and lost but I'm not confused And I know where this train is slowly going North through K-Falls, then on to Portland I know I'm fucked up, it's stupid hoping You'll answer phone calls, goodbye to Oakland Explain Request ×
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