Gutter Kid Traffik

Lyrics

Couldn't get a cab on st. charles street, I was just another bum No one back home would accept my collect calls Two days at a bus station in Birmingham Finally got home and sobered up The friends I had weren't friends at all One more satori linked to new orleans All's over, I feel fine All's over, what's to miss? Slept on a bench in Audobon Park, 50 days of drinking and slinging art Done a lot that I'm not proud of To quote Mr. Waits, "you're innocent when you dream" And I'm innocent when I dream On the nights it would rain, I'd run to Oak Street Sleep as long as third shift could let me Street mantras from winos, played for change Chased dharma bums, found out I was the same All's over Slept on a bench in Audobon Park, 50 days of drinking and slinging art Done a lot that I'm not proud of To quote Mr. Waits, "you're innocent when you dream" And I'm innocent when I dream