I've been sitting here crying since long before the day began With my pockets full of nothing but broken dreams And my head in my empty hands The winnings that I thought I had and come so far to get Are further away than they've ever been They've been taken by another man.
I wouldn't take the frain for home even if I could 'Cause they've been saving their joy for the hometown boy Who went away to make it good I bet they cleared away the parlour so my Ma can dance me in the door And the Old Man can wink, and pour me a drink And ask me what the tears are for.
It's harder to try again than it was to begin A man can play a lone hand in a high stakes game But it doesn't mean he's gonna win And somehow I've got to keep from getting further down Before I buy myself a bottle of cheap escape And a ticket to another town.
I know I'm not crying 'cause I think I had it mighty tough I did my best with all the rest, But it just wasn't good enough Still, I've been working and training too long just to make it here To merely swallow my pride and walk outside And come back another year
I wanna drown in the grape and make my escape On a ticket to another town.