On Your Own

Word's on the street You're in trouble again Well, may the good Lord defend you You're on your own All the king's horses All the king's men We've done our best trying to mend you You're on your own, own, you're on Well, the field's full of dust And the merchant wants his pay Say goodbye to the farm You're on your own Me, I'm pulling out While I can still say That I wish you no harm And mean it, own, you're on Not a thing I can do for you even if I wanted to And I, and I don't want to no more Sure is freezing out there today The chimney tops are burning You're on your own Baby, the next hardest thing To being turned away Is having to do the turning Believe me, own, you're on You're on this time