The Junkie And The Juicehead, Minus Me (2001 Re-release Bonus Track)

(album: Kristofferson - 1970)

I was a stumble bumming down the neon Music City sidewalks
With the Junkie and the Juicehead who had problems of their own
Stuck with luck it kept me standing just a step away from starving
And the talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home
Ninety days I looked the army making neither love nor money
And my only set of clothes was getting closer to the bone
And the Junkie placed an order with the Prophet on the corner
And he told him of the soul that he'd been selling for a song
He said my future was my fortune but I let it slip away
Slowly smoking myself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
Finding out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay
And writing words that no one's gonna see but did you said it who said it
I can read my fortune in the bottom of a glass
And I can see it's time for me to make my last request
Won't you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest
So the boys can say I drank myself to dead
Well I drank the whole thing over putting one and two together
And it added up to more of what I didn't want to be
I ain't blaming Music City but it's only gonna see me
One more day and the wake up and the time it takes to leave
Cause I got a dirty picture of what could have been my future
In a Prophet pushing day dreams on a corner for a fee
And the wino looking lonely at a bottle getting empty
And a hungry looking junkie hunting tea in sympathy
And I bet that junkie's laughing after the life he threw away
Slowly smoking himself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
Pleading down the Prophet to a price that he can pay
And writing words that no one's gonna see but did you said it who said it
Every empty bottle is my private crystal ball
And staring into the future finding nothing there at all
Which is what I'll miss tomorrow when the neon shadows fall
On the Junkie and the Juicehead minus me