Trouble on My Mind

Born to ramble, born to die I can sing the rain down from the dark blue sky The ghosts they follow, but the ghosts are free I can't pay my rent now, so they call to me She's like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues She's gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worthy of your time Now I'm standing in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis With trouble on my mind You can call me "bastard", you can call me "fool" You'll call out my name, girl, as I'm leaving you You scream the sun down... you cry down the moon... With your cocaine mustache, and your brown bottle flu You're like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues You're gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worth of your time Now I'm lying in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis With trouble on my mind She's like a dirt fingered God with the pharmacy blues She's gonna save my soul with narcotics and booze I had a dream of broken glass, and that I was worthy of your time Now I'm Dying in an alley on the outskirts of Memphis With trouble on my mind