Brownsville

Walking down the road with a harmonica in my hand Walking down the road with a harmonica in my hand Walking down the road with a harmonica in my hand I was playing the blues for my lover 'cause she don't want me as a man Playing the blues for my lover 'cause she don't want me as a man I hitched me a ride with an old man and his hound I hitched me a ride with an old man and his hound I hitched me a ride with an old man and his hound Well it took me on down to Brownsville town Took me on down to Brownsville town I found me a job working that Mississippi damn I found me a job working that Mississippi damn I found me a job working that Mississippi damn It pays for me beers and my whiskey in a can Pays for me beers and my whiskey in a can Waves rolling in and waves rolling out Waves rolling in and waves rolling out Waves rolling in and waves rolling out I got the taste of blood inside my mouth Taste of blood inside my mouth Rubber souls back on the country road Rubber souls back on the country road Rubber souls back on the country road Well an open ditch is where I call home Open ditch is where I call home Building the well, but the all gone dry Building the well, but the all gone dry Building the well, but the all gone dry Well I head down tot he boat, thirty I feel alive Head down to the boat, thirty I feel alive