Leave My Blues At Home - Live at the Beacon Theatre, New York, NY - March 2000

I've been trapped inside four walls, feel like I can't call to no one
 Way out on the outside
 Well, livin' alone is easy, but too long just don't seem really
 Quite the thing to do, Lord
 Think I'll drink up a little more wine
 To ease my worried mind
 And walk down on the street
 And leave my blues at home
 (Alright)
 The landlord is on my line, I can't get no peace of mind
 But I know there's something better
 I can't stay and I can't run, can't keep waitin' for someone
 To find and go roll
 Well, I'll gather up all my four leaf clovers
 Don't leave, I'm on my way over
 A walk down on the street
 And leave my blues at home
 (Alright)
 I feel I have to scream
 Whenever I get to motion
 Lord, I tried so hard
 I can't hold back my emotions
 Oh! I love you, but I can't have ya'
 Won't you sit by my side
 (Oh! Come aside me)
 You don't work, the man don't pay ya'
 Here ain't no saint to come and save ya', oh! Puttin' your toll down
 Well, if you ride you pay the fare, with satan on your back and he don't care
 Where you come from or where you goin'
 And before I get myself all down
 I jump up and kick the door down
 And walk down on the street
 And leave my blues at home
 (alright)
 I'm on to leave at home
 It ain't no taking, no longer
 No yeah!