I go down the beaten track, along the river with an empty bank At the ned she said to me: “Why are you here with the autumn leaves?” ‘Cause this is my life, my friend, and this is my time to stand ‘Cause this is my life, my friend, and I can’t be no one else I’m done, tipping on my toes, strike an iron adn attack my soul Misty moon, you’re gonna see, I’ve got you blues to get on my feet