By townes van zandt Where I lead me I will travel Where I need me I will call me Im no fool, Ill be ready God knows I will be And in the meantime make a little money And buy a little mercy Met this morning, now he loves me Says he loves me It must be easy, look around you All around you But you see the motion, youre not movin You dont know how to hold on Just keep it loose Dont get excited, itll pass before long Now one is goin one is stayin One is silent one is saying Heres your coat, take care of yourself Sorry youre leavin A little sad youre all I had Will you be returnin The boys upstairs are gettin hungry You can shout in the wind about how it will be Or you can clench your fist, shake your head And head to the country I got no doubt about it my friend Thats where theyll find me Thats where theyre gonna find me Ask the boys down in the gutter Now they wont lie cause you dont matter The streets just fine if youre good and blind But it aint where you belong Roll down your sleeves, pick up your money And carry yourself home Roll down your sleeves, pick up your money And carry yourself home