The Junkie And The Juicehead (Minus Me)

I was a stumble bummin' down the neon Music City sidewalks
 With the Junkie and the Juicehead who had problems of their own
 Stuck with luck it kept me standin' just a step away from starvin'
 And the talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home
 Ninety days I looked the army makin' neither love nor money
 And my only set of clothes was gettin' closer to the bone
 And the Junkie placed an order with the Prophet on the corner
 And he told him of the soul that he'd been sellin' for a song
 He said my future was my fortune but I let it slip away
 Slowly smokin' myself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
 Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay
 And writin' words that no one's gonna see but did you said it who said it
 I can read my fortune in the bottom of a glass
 And I can see it's time for me to make my last request
 Won't you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest
 So the boys can say I drank myself to dead
 Well I drank the whole thing over puttin' one and two together
 And it added up to more of what I didn't wanna be
 I ain't blamin' Music City but it's only gonna see me
 One more day and the wake up and the time it takes to leave
 'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could have been my future
 In a Prophet pushin' day dreams on a corner for a fee
 And the wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty
 And a hungry lookin' junkie huntin' tea in sympathy
 And I bet that junkie's laughin' after the life he threw away
 Slowly smokin' himself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
 Pleadin' down the Prophet to a price that he can pay
 And writin' words that no one's gonna see but did you said it who said it
 Every empty bottle is my private crystal ball
 And starin' to the future findin' nothin' there at all
 Which is what I'll miss tomorrow when the neon shadows fall
 On the Junkie and the Juicehead minus me