Out of Luck - Tom Paxton

Pulled into Jackson in the morning light

Saw the last of Jackson about ten last night

Had some chili, and caught a show

Deputy sheriff said time to go

Out of luck and out on another highway

Lord, lord, wouldn’t I love to throw these shoes away

They won’t let me stay no place for no time,

Lord, Lord, wouldn’t I love to never go away

Out of luck, out on another highway

Ain’t much to look at, but can’t help that

I’m a little short, drink too much and I’m getting fat

I’d change it all if I had my way

But you’ve got to play 'em the way they lay

Out of luck, and out on another highway

Wrote a picture postcard to a friend of mine

Heading south to winter in the bright sunshine

Wasn’t no use to mail it, though

'Cause he’s gone where the chilly winds don’t blow

Out of luck, and out on another highway