Dixie

With our arms around each other

Drinkin’ Dixie in the gutter

Waitin’ for the sunrise again

Watchin’ all the streetcars

And tourists in cigar bars

Drinking martini’s and gin

You tell some stories

We’d both tell some lies

Under the pale black skies

And every now and then

We’ll be here again

In the gutter drinking Dixie my friend

All the people we’d meet

Playing music in the street

Singing the cocaine blues until dawn

We’d talk and spend big

Down at the blind pig

For one more round and a song

Passing our time

With whiskey and wine

And women that never stayed long

Some came from France

Some came from chance

But the best from the Midwest

We drank to the future

We drank to the past

We drank to the moments

We knew wouldn’t last

Leaned on the shoulder of highways

That abused us like friends

We caught those trains

Just like a disease

With our heads in the clouds

And our heart on it’s knees

Looking for something we may never find

Jake had to ramble

Took all he could handle

And Augie you know he’s just bound to die

Sometimes I miss ‘em

Mostly I don’t

Sometimes I break down and ask why

Why are things this way

What makes things that way?

And which way if anyway is right

I’m alone with my friends

Down in my sin

In the gutter drinking Dixie again