Gram Parsons

Oh, well, I was born in a little bitty tar hut
And they called me a man 'cause I couldn't
keep my big, big mouth shut
So what's the sense of me sitting here leaving
When any ole day I might be even
And Lord knows that New York City's got
a lot to do with it
I wish someday I could find the way
to get it out of my grain
This dirty old town's gonna sink right down
and I don't want to go with it
Well I wish there was a way that
I knew to get even
A way to get a lick in
A 'bobbin' and a 'weavin'
Any ole thing besides goin' and a'leavin'
You can do on a train
Well, I once knew a man who sailed around
the world twice
He would have made it three but he took
a lot of bad advice
So you just tell me what's the sense of me
sittin' here leavin'
When any ole day I might get even
And Lord knows New York City's got
alot to do with it
I wish someday I could find a way to get it out
of my brain