Junky Star - Ryan Bingham

The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm

I shot 'em dead and I hung my head, and drove off his in his car

So on the run with a smokin' gun, lookin' for the coast

Of all the things I’ve had and lost, your love I miss the most

And hell will have to pay, I went a little bit too far I’d say

Half drunk I stumble on the whiskey from the bar

Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier with the junkies and the stars

For when I woke a spanish cross, was reachin' for my hand

Then the stranger took the place, the words I couldn’t understand

And there’s nothin' but the ground, it’s the only place I found

Where I can lay my head in town

Down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change

Cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin' in the rain

So borrowed me a quarter for a call to the other side

I told God that the whole damn world was waitin' in line to die

But not me, this time

I left the trouble far behind

And he tied his arm off one more time

The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm