Not Down This Low

Down in the gutter where I found my true love Just a bottle of whiskey and some blue moon dust Boots are rattlin across my own front door I hear a lady cryin out there she says, not down this low Not down this low Not down this low Not down this low Not down this low Silver people walk on by, changes sometimes around There can't be a begging or at least not out loud I got a family I had to leave, away up North I hope they think that I am dead but not down this low Not down this low Not down this low Not down this low Not down this low Seems like I haven't added for such a very long time But only then about them years well I have to say now I've gotta drink to father people's smile to remember where I've been Shooting stars they're up high Not down this low