الأغاني: Lost Trailers. Why Me.

Sometimes I go walking through the long tall grass
Wonder how long hard times will last
For this backward soul on a road that god knows where

As hard as I try ain't left no tracks
It's not enough to find my way back
I hit the ground like broken glass and just lay there

Singing, "Why me, oh, why me?"
And I throw another empty bottle up against the wall
And I say, "Why me, oh why me?"
But pity never ever did me any kinda good at all
So I walk on

And I wound up on the capital steps
Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes
And bury their shoes in the country club blues
And who got who by the short hairs

Standing there in their high dollar suits
Looking down at my tattered old jeans and boots
And this weathered guitar that seems to follow me everywhere
God, it follows me everywhere

Playing, "Why me, oh why me?"
All I got's another song about how money makes and breaks the law
And I sing, "Why me, oh why me?"
I'm just a broke troubadour with a bark for the underdog
And I walk on

Now I ain't Jesus but I can relate
To a man looking death square in the face
Even he hit his knees with a plea in the garden of Gethsemane

To his holy father he raised his eyes
In his darkest hour he cried
"Please would you take this cup from me?"

Praying, "Why me, oh why me?"
Knowing all the while he had to carry that cross and hang there
When I say, "Why me, oh why me?"
I know that somewhere up in heaven
There's a big old book with my name there
So I walk on, I rock on

Even when I'm singing, "Why me?", I rock on
Even when I'm singing, "Why me?", I rock on
Even when I'm singing, "Why me?", oh why me, oh?