Oh my mama what became of me? My bones and my brain feeling differently I'm not the same person I was when I's five Did something in me grow up and die? Grow up and die
Older, so much older, gettin'older now Can't hold the job. I don't know how Once was a woman I said I loved Come to find out I gave it all up for guitar This old guitar Guitar This old guitar
Holy Jesus what became of you? All my life I thought that you'd come through Your suicide, it don't mean much to me 'Cause I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead, I'm not dead I'm alive Alive Talking to the man come before me Said my life is so full of misery Say you wanna walk around in my shoes Are you prepared to sing the walking blues Blues, this walking blues This blues, walking blues