with our arms round each other drinking dixie in the gutter waiting for the sunrise again watching all the streets cars tourist and cigar parks drinking martini s and gin you tell some stories we both tell some lies under the pale black skies never now and then we ll be here again in the gutter drinking dixie my friend all the people we meet playing music in the streets singing the cocaine blues till dawn we talk and spend big down at the blind pick for one more round and a song passing our time with whiskey and wine women that never stayed long some came from france some came from chance but the best came from the mid west we traveled down rivers we traveled down roads we traveled down broke through the rain and the snow leaned on the shoulders of highways but abused us like friends we caught those trains just like disease with our heads in the clouds and our hearts on its knees looking for something that we may never find jake had to ramble to call he could handle all he know is just bound to die sometimes i m missing mostly i don t sometimes i break down ask why why are things this way what makes things that way which way if anyway is right well i m along with my friends i m down in my sin in the gutter drinking dixie again