it s been the same old day in this town and my head won t stop hanging down no my head won t stop hanging down it s just the kind of day when your friends don t come around and my head won t stop hanging down no my head won t stop hanging down a street gang tried to take my pride tried to take my money and phone no train no fame cold rain and i forgot my umbrella at home please ask me my opinion of the war and politicians out wasting my dough when they tell me that i don t know nothing i just tell them that there s nothing to know cause it s been the same old day in this town and my head won t stop hanging down no my head won t stop hanging down it s just the kind of day that your friends don t come around and my head won t stop hanging down no my head won t stop hanging down i grew up in a crate and barrel home and if you could then you certainly can i m a good son good brother good lover but i sure ain t much of a man so you think that you know me boy you think you watched what i became well you better know that what i do and who i am is never the same and the love of a woman ain t gonna save my sorry day i need something between just a near drink of beam and a river to sweep me away i ain t gonna share my bed so you can nod your head and tell me it will be okay 