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    "The Junkie And The Juicehead, Minus Me" Lyrics

    Kris Kristofferson

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    I was a stumble bummin' down the neon Music City sidewalks
    With the junkie and the juicehead who had problems of their own
    Stuck with luck it kept me standin' just a step away from starvin'
    And the talent that I swore I'd show before I'd go back home

    Ninety days I looked the army makin' neither love nor money
    And my only set of clothes was gettin' closer to the bone
    And the junkie placed an order with the prophet on the corner
    And he told him of the soul that he'd been sellin' for a song

    He said my future was my fortune but I let it slip away
    Slowly smokin' myself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
    Findin' out that crime ain't all there is that doesn't pay
    And writin' words that no one's gonna see but did you said it? Who said it?

    I can read my fortune in the bottom of a glass
    And I can see it's time for me to make my last request
    Won't you fill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid away to rest
    So the boys can say I drank myself to dead

    Well, I drank the whole thing over puttin' one and two together
    And it added up to more of what I didn't want to be
    I ain't blamin' Music City but it's only gonna see me
    One more day and the wake up and the time it takes to leave

    'Cause I got a dirty picture of what could have been my future
    In a prophet pushin' day dreams on a corner for a fee
    And the wino lookin' lonely at a bottle gettin' empty
    And a hungry lookin' junkie huntin' tea in sympathy

    And I bet that junkie's laughin' after the life he threw away
    Slowly smokin' himself broke on eighty cigarettes a day
    Pleadin' down the prophet to a price that he can pay
    And writin' words that no one's gonna see but did you said it? Who said it?

    Every empty bottle is my private crystal ball
    And starin' into the future, findin' nothin' there at all
    Which is what I'll miss tomorrow when the neon shadows fall
    On the junkie and the juicehead minus me
    This song was submitted on October 25th, 2014 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC.
    Written by Kris Kristofferson.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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