Way Down Here

Yeah the bottom of the barrel It looks just like the top

I been turning this thing over In my mind and I can't stop

On the long slow trip to the middle

Where there's nothing much to see

I Popped my cork and lit a cigarette

Singing "poor, poor, pitiful me"

But don't nobody wanna hear it

And baby I agree

Yeah I'm way down here

Where don't nobody Ever Wanna be

Now when I look back on Memphis

The money's all i see

I've heard we had some good times

That don't ring no bells for me

And your kin folk down in Dallas (Goddamn, I never did like that town)

And the police down in Crowder, Capt. Who's It's What's His Clown

Guess everybody saw it coming

Maybe 'cept for you and me

How we wound up down

Where don't nobody Ever wanna be

I chew with the teeth God gave m

I spit with an Angels tongue

When the first one fell, drug me to hell

I'll be damned, now ain't this fun

Guess I Never was good at lonely

So I came round to call for tea

Now you're Way down here

Where don't nobody Ever wanna be

Well Tommy won't be around forever

Yeah I always did like his style

It's a be bop beat with a poetic streak

And a carnie barkin' Satchmo smile

You do what you do till it's over

Then you do what you can to get by

Baby I don't know how low I can go

With this cockroach dream to survive

I'm doubling down on nothing

Some hands you gotta see to believe

Way down here

Where don't nobody Ever wanna be

Don't wanna hear about all Gods blessings

From sea to shining sea

From some Pew jumping man

With a Jim Jones plan

Promising to set us free

Bought a boquet of fresh dead flowers

And a bottle of Beaujolais

I'll Get drunk between your thighs

Then close my eyes

Pretending that I don't pray

That you'll love me, while you have me

And when I leave, don't follow me

Way down here where don't nobody ever wanna be