Lyrics

I got zilch, I got noda , just the picks in my pocket
and this old guitar and case full of blues
I'm gonna busk on the corner, and play my tunes
to make some dollars to get home to you

I'll never make much , but I hope it's enough
to get a ticket on that greyhound bus
And I don't care if it only gets me part way there
There be one less town between the two of us

I got stranded somewhere out on the road
Chasing my dreams I got lost in between
The band split in Memphis Tennessee
When the van went south driving east on fifteen

Staying with a friend , where my welcomes at end
Time to leave this place in the dust
So I don't care if I only get part way there
There be one less town between the two of us

They may pass by or stand and listen
and I Hope they hear something that gets thru
If I bring a tear or make them smile
they may show some love, just a token or two

The tips can be fine, down by the Daily Grind
When people there aren't in such a rush
And I don't care if I only get part way there
There be one less town between the two of us

I got zilch, I got nodda , just the picks in my pocket
and this old guitar and case full of blues