Through the tin pan alley in the dead of the nnNight riding that crazy horse through the nnBackyard kitchen on an a team mission to get nnTo the front door what's left behind when the nnSun does shine is passed out on the floor I'm nnGoing to lay my head down before Sunday nnMorn' it's a long walk home kickin' dirt and nnStones it's a long walk home when you're nnComing down easy it's a long walk home on nnThe streets I roam it's a long walk home when nnYou're coming down easy with gum on my nnShoe nothing left to do stranded and still nnAwake good company is the street I seek and nnThe trail that I blaze when the cock crows and nnThe warm winds blow I'll skip-to-my-lou 'til the nnSky turns blue and I'm going to lay my head nnDown before Sunday morn' make my way nnBack over cross the milky way again