Clean Me Up

This hobo jungle's not the place for us mama But it's where we ended up tonight. My steps are unsure and I need you mama. You deserve more and I'll do my best to make it right. They told me long ago to do my daddy's bidding. "Work your job and and make your loved ones proud." But I stumbled down a trail they never dreamed of Onto a land they never made a map about. So drag that blade across my face now honey. Clean this drifter up. Tomorrow I'll go scare us up some money But for now let's just clean me up. We don't have much but what we have is whiskey So tonight let's just grin and tip the cup. As for me I would be happy to see fifty But I'm not giving up. The smell of woodsmoke used to make me happy, The empty sky and the freedom of the road. But now it's just another hobo jungle, A cold patch of ground and an early snow. So drag that blade across my throat now honey. Clean this drifter up. Tomorrow I'll go scare us up some money But for now let's just clean me up.