we got a fistful of tunes
the saddles and the shoes
the battle weary blues
and every blinding hour falls flat on its face
or maybe right into place
and every sorry deal looks shiny
and new looks good to you

we're in a travelling band
we're driving cross your land
and could you spare us a dime
and could we look around
we'll dress down and hey
we won't make a sound
we'll split as soon as we can
we'll drive fast and we'll blast out of here
and we'll be moving on
and we'll be moving on

we'll split as soon as we can
and could we look around
we'll dress down and hey
we won't make a sound
we'll split as soon as we can
we'll drive fast
and we'll blast out of here
and we'll be moving on

we'll split as soon as we can
and could we look around
we'll dress down and hey
we won't make a sound
we got a fistful of tunes
the saddles and the shoes
the battle weary blues

we got a fistful of tunes
the saddles and the shoes
the battle weary blues
the battle weary blues
the battle weary blues