She might be wearing
A green Chamise
And a hat that she bought
'Cause it matches her jeansAnd the water she drinks
Oh it comes from the stream
By that house
She might win
In that hospital lotteryAnd I might be stumbling
And cursing them all
When she picks me up
From the place that we both callDisaster relief
For the rent must be paid
By the first of the month
Or in my case fifteenthThis is good
As far as I can tell
It's still heavy as hell
When it's goodAnd I do like the road
But I'd be better at home
I will pine for the oak streets
And pine for the cedars and youBeen around I suppose
I have chatted and chewed
I have loved my guitar
To the nice cafe bluesAnd when I come home
I am coming home
To this street
And these avenuesThis is good
But as far as I can tell
It's still heavy as hell
When it's goodAnd I do like the road
But I'd be better at home
I will pine for the oak streets
Pine for the cedars and you