Went down by the old courthouse

Stumbling through the streets

Had to get out of the house

Had to use my feet

And you may not think much of me now

But I think so damn much of you

Don't take any wooden nickels

When you sell your soul

A devil of a time awaits you

When the party's over

You're on your own

Trash truck coming up the road

Picking up the trash

Riding to a better place

Hoping we don't crash

Thinking how things

Have turned out

I never would've guessed it

This way

Don't take any wooden nickels

When you sell your soul

A devil of a time awaits you

When the party's over

You're on your own

And you may not think much of me now

But I think so damn much of you

Don't take any wooden nickels

When you sell your soul

A devil of a time awaits you

Now the party's over

I'm on my own